Strangeways, Here We Come
Moving…
They're moving in together.
To be honest, it was about time – after all, they are now husband and wife, and don't most married couples live together? Yet despite that fact, it feels like a more monumental step forward in their relationship than even their marriage was. Standing up and declaring their vows in front of their closest friends and family didn't faze them whatsoever – yet it is the issue of cohabitation that brings out their nerves.
She worries about how silly her tattered magazines and dog-eared romance novels will look next to his thick and musty scholarly tomes.
He worries how his gray and shabby wardrobe will look mixed together with the virtual rainbow in her closet.
She worries if her chronic inability to wash dishes without breaking them will drive him crazy.
He worries if his compulsive need to read the newspaper from cover to cover every morning will drive her barmy.
She worries that her penchant for long showers will mean no hot water left over for him.
He worries that his small bed won't be able to house the dozens of pillows she liked to sleep with.
They never voice their fears to each other, but it turns out not to matter.
Their books all fit on the shelves together, and there is room in the closet for both of their wardrobes. New routines emerge, as he takes over dish-washing duty and she begins to read the newspaper along with him. They shower together to save the hot water, and she begins to use him as a replacement pillow instead.
Their things crammed together in Remus' small cottage may seem cluttered to some, but to them it is barely noticeable. To Tonks, a place has never felt cosier. To Remus, his house has never felt more like a home.
A bit short? Yes, perhaps – or perhaps it's just to the point? Lol.
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Toodles,
- ish -