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Forever and Always	By : cls2256 Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 6832 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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AUTHOR'S NOTES: anyone else get chewed up and spat back out from the holidays this year? I did! Nevertheless, I hope you all enjoyed your holiday season with your friends and family! Merry Christmas!

Something about the cottage was different. It seemed dingier, and more tumble-down than Mia had ever realized it was. The gravel drive crunched under the tires of Eric’s jeep as they pulled up to the cottage. The orange and red sunset cast an odd hue over the grounds and the lake adjacent, giving the impression of haunting tranquility. It was hard to think that just a couple weeks ago, the ramshackle little house and its grounds had served as the setting for their nuptials— it had been rustic, beautiful, the perfect place to host their family and friends then. Now, life had flipped upside-down, and she wasn’t seeing the cottage through rose colored glasses anymore.
“Careful going up the front steps, there’s a rotten spot somewhere on the stoop” Remus said with a small chuckle.
They climbed out of the jeep, Remus wasting no time to take a lap around the cottage with his wand drawn, inspecting that they had no trespassers.
“Girls, wands at the ready when you go inside—” he called from around the house “—just in case”
Mia and Penelope drew their wands, walking up the front stoop together with Eric trailing close behind them. They were careful to avoid the rotting wood of the stairs, stepping carefully over the sloping front porch. Mia turned the doorknob slowly and pushed the door open, taking a look inside before stepping through the threshold. The cottage seemed to be undisturbed, and after a sweep through the bedrooms and living space, Mia began pulling their things from the velvet pouch she had stowed in her back pocket.
“What time is it?” she asked, grunting as she hoisted one of Eric’s shotgun cases.
“Just after 8—” Eric said, looking at his watch “what food is here? I’m starving!”
“Mmm, I’m not sure what’s left after my bachelor party— help yourself to whatever is in there.”
Remus gestured to the kitchen; Eric began rummaging in the cabinets as Mia continued. “We need to get into town for polyjuice ingredients; we need to get it brewing right away”
“These shops close early” Remus said “we’ll have to go in the morning.”
“Pasta!” Eric called back “aaand…. canned beans!”
“Is that all that’s in there?” Remus asked “there’s got to be at least a little bit more…”
“A few cans of tuna, a lot of scotch, some tea and coffee…” Eric called “fridge has… Mustard— and expired milk.”
He pulled the carton of milk out of the fridge with a sour look on his face, tossing it into the garbage can. Mia giggled and shook her head at him, waving her wand and vanishing the carton out of sight. “Magic has its perks…” she whispered, winking.
“Well, I packed snacks at least,” Penelope said, opening her suitcase “Mostly junk food, but I’ve got chips, licorice wands, crackers…”
“We’ll have to get groceries while we’re out too” Remus said, clasping his hands together “I guess for tonight we’ll have to just snack. Make yourselves at home— my house is your house now”
Cold sweat coated her forehead and chest as Mia jolted awake. Her father’s screams and groans still rung in her ears as she blinked the cottage bedroom into view. Remus was not next to her, but a bit of golden light seeping from the gap under the door led her out into the living room to find him in the arm chair. The fireplace was warm; orange flames licked the logs gently as the occasional crackle of wood echoed through the quiet cottage. Remus sat with a book in one hand and a glass of scotch in the other, and a few empty licorice wand wrappers on the side table next to him. He turned his head to her when he heard her light footstep— his eyes roamed quickly over her petite body dressed only in her panties and a flimsy camisole. He snapped his book shut and set it on the end table, resting his glass of scotch atop its cover.
“Hey sweetheart, everything alright?”
“Yeah— just a bad dream” she said, frowning at him “You can’t sleep?”
“No, I couldn’t shut my brain off—“ he pointed up his book “escaping my thoughts with Jay Gatsby”
Mia snubbed her nose at the hardback copy of The Great Gatsby as she made her way to the kitchen, clanking around for a glass of water.
“I hated that book” she called back
“Did you read the whole thing?” he asked with a chuckle
“Just bits and pieces,” she shrugged, walking back into the living room “Couldn’t get into it”
“You should read the whole thing, you might like it more” he laughed “Come here— you want to sit with me? The fire is warm.”
He didn’t have to ask her twice— she crawled into his lap, nuzzling her head against his neck as he wrapped his arms around her. She raised her hand and summoned a throw blanket from across the room, catching it with ease and wrapping it around them. She took comfort in his strong arms embracing her, and the feeling of his 5 o clock shadow Velcro-ing to the top of her head, messing up her hair. She nuzzled herself closer against him; there was no place in the world that she felt safer than in his arms.
“Think Penelope is sleeping ok?” he murmured in her ear.
“I hope so,” she replied “I think Eric being here helps.”
“Crazy, those two—” he chuckled “This time last year he was pining after you.”
“Shut up,” she rolled her eyes “and don’t mention the bathroom, either.”
They both laughed as Remus kissed her forehead “that little shit has grown on me the past month or so. He’s not so bad”
“Think it was still a good idea to let him come along?” she asked
“I never thought it was a good idea,” Remus had a contemplative expression on his face, as if weighing his thoughts before speaking “but if someone tried to tell me I had to leave you behind, I would’ve put up an even bigger fight. He loves her, he told me on the way back from Lakenheath.”
“Maybe they should tell each other,” Mia giggled “I remember the night I was going to tell you I loved you— my heart was pounding in my ears I was so nervous.”
“That was the night you met Sirius instead, right?” he asked, amused. “I believe I remember the look of terror on your face when you recognized him.”
“I was more than terrified” she laughed “It sounds so silly now, to have ever felt afraid of Sirius.”
They were silent for a moment as Mia’s heart panged for her lost friend. Her eyes roamed to Remus’s glass of scotch; she hated scotch and its strong taste, but she would down that glass in an instant right now.
“I miss him so much.” she said softly.
“I do too,” he replied, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear “This war has taken so much from us.”
“What if something happens to one of us?” Mia asked weakly “What happens if we can’t get Penelope on a plane or if one of us is…”
“Hey hey—“ he cut her off “you have to stop thinking like that. We’re going to be alright, have faith.”
Mia’s chin began to quiver “I can’t lose anyone else. I can’t handle it.”
“Stop,” he ordered softly “Look at me—“ she obliged, fighting the stinging behind her eyes as she took comfort in his gaze “We need to think positive, alright? There is power in positive thinking— it’s a real thing.”
She nodded, rubbing her eyes and face roughly as she fought the lump forming in her throat. She nuzzled herself back against him, allowing his stubble to velco her hair once more.
“How are you doing alright with all this? How are you so calm and collected?”
“I wouldn’t say I’m alright,” he admitted playfully “I’m awake at 3am with a glass of scotch and a book.”
Mia still eyed his scotch atop the cover of The Great Gatsby. You don’t need it, Mia. You don’t need it.
“Will you read your stupid book to me?” she sniffed “I want to escape with you.”
“Let’s see if I can’t get you to like this book…” He kissed her forehead; he moved his glass and picked his book back up, opening the page to his bookmark.
“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer...”
She closed her eyes, allowing his smooth baritone voice to relax her mind, and allow her to escape into a story, forgetting her troubles— even if just for a few moments.
“Is it safe to go out??” Penelope asked nervously “Will there be Aurors looking for us?”
The four of them stood dressed and ready to head into the neighboring village for groceries and polyjuice supplies. Mia had spent all morning trying to explain the conversion of wizarding currency to muggle currency to Eric, in an attempt to help him blend in with the wizarding world as much as possible.
“Probably not this far from London yet,” Remus said “plus the village is pretty small, I doubt they’d patrol this area first— just have wands ready, just in case.”
“Well, I’m packing,” Eric said, holding his shirt up to reveal two pistols he had stuck in the waistband of his jeans “and you guys think I’m defenseless, pfft…”
The small village seemed untouched by the cruel world around them. London had seemed to be caving in on them, but here in this secluded town, Mia was reminded of the days that she and Remus would stroll through after kayaking on the lake, enjoying peaceful walks through the small town square.
“Uh, hey guys— look at this!”
Before they made it into the little market that Remus recommended for potion supplies, Eric’s attention was drawn to the town memo board, his face draining of color as he beckoned them to come look at what he was seeing. Mia’s heart sank when she realized Eric had discovered three Ministry-issued wanted posters; one for her, Penelope, and Remus.
Penelope Clearwater
Known muggle-born, wanted for fleeing Ministry custody.
1000 Galleons on her head
Penelope’s photo looked to be her identification photo from her NEWT tests— she was dressed her Hogwarts uniform and her ashy curls were tied up in a ponytail with a blue ribbon. She was sitting in front of the same plain backdrop as Mia had for her own NEWT identification photo.
Remus Lupin
Werewolf, wanted for performing a werewolf mating ritual on a human.
1000 Galleons on his head
Remus looked younger in his photo, less gray in his hair albeit his robes pictured from the waist up were tattered and faded; this must be a staff picture from when he started teaching, his gray sweater looking like one she remembered tearing off of him one day after patronus lessons.
Amelia Lupin
Wanted for assisting muggle-born in evading trial; unregistered Animagus— white wolf.
1000 Galleons on her head
She recognized the photograph of herself from the file Delphinus showed her; her NEWT identification photo that showcased her garnet jeweled earlobe and perfectly knotted Ravenclaw tie. Her stomach lurched as she reread the posters over and over. 1000 galleons? A steep reward for each of them, she felt. With a bounty of that stature, certainly Aurors, bounty hunters and random bystanders would keep their eyes peeled for fugitives that carried such a reward.
“Why does this poster say you are an unregistered Animagus?” Remus gripped her shoulder, speaking softly but sternly in her ear.
“Because I am an unregistered Animagus…”
Remus gritted his teeth so hard it was audible, his firm grasp on her shoulder tightening “Who else besides the Order would know about that? Who did you reveal yourself to?— Have you not been careful?”
Mia took a shuddering breath; she was going to have to tell him about her conversation with Yaxley— there was no way she could get around telling him now.
“Yaxley” she said, frowning “He dosed me with veritasserum; it was one of the things I told him.”
“He did what?!” Remus snapped “When did this happen? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Last week— Friday.”
“Is that why you were so upset after work?— you— you lied to me!”
“No, I didn’t lie!” she squeaked quickly “I just… withheld information.”
Remus let out a defeated grunt as he rubbed his face roughly. “I need to know exactly what happened.”
“Uh, guys— maybe we should take this conversation away from the scary posters with your faces...”
Eric had attempted to step in, putting his arm between them in an attempt to separate Remus’s grip from Mia’s shoulder. Remus shot him an irritated look before grasping Mia’s wrist instead, disapparating on the spot. They appeared back in the living room of the cottage, Penelope and Eric popping in just a moment after them. Mia sunk down on the couch, picking at her fingernails as she focused her gaze on a splitting floorboard before her.
“Tell me what happened!” he snapped. “Start from the beginning!”
“He had me come to his office and he dosed my tea with veritasserum.”
“You drank his tea?” Remus asked incredulously “you drank tea given to you by a Death Eater?!”
“I fucked up! Ok?” she snarled “I know I fucked up— you don’t have to remind me!”
Remus clenched and unclenched his jaw for a moment before proceeding with a calmer tone of voice. “What all did you tell him?”
“That I was an unregistered Animagus… He asked about Harry… mine and mum’s home locations— but I wasn’t able to tell him anything about that of course”
Remus eyed her appraisingly. “That’s it?”
“That’s all the important stuff” she said softly, picking at her left index finger so vigorously that her cuticle started bleeding.
“I want to know everything you told him.” he said firmly
Penelope and Eric slunk back in the corner, feeling uncomfortable for intruding on a private conversation.
“We talked about you; he said some anti-werewolf things, and I told him to eat shit. There’s nothing really to report.”
Remus studied her more intently. “I know you, Mia; there is something you’re not telling me.”
Mia felt uncomfortable under his gaze; she didn’t meet his eyes as shame and irritation flooded through her. She just wanted him to drop it— she didn’t want to relive those humiliating few minutes by recounting the experience.
“Mia, what is it that you are not telling me?”
“What do you want to know, huh?” she shouted “That he shackled me to the chair and slid his hand up my skirt as he asked me how I wanted to be touched? That he threatened to not be as gentle with me the next time if I crossed him? I knew you’d flip out if I told you what happened!”
Remus’s face turned purple; he clasped his hands into tight fists and let out a frustrated growl “You’re right, I’d have killed that slimy piece of—“
“Our side doesn’t kill!” She cried, and then took a deep breath to steady her emotions before speaking again. “He is Andrew Flint’s uncle. He humiliated me, and I— I just wanted to forget it happened.”
His face softened as he knelt down in front of her. He reached out to stroke her cheek, but she swatted his hand away. The look in his eyes made her angry, for it was a look of pity. She didn’t want his pity; if he pitied her, it would make her a victim— something she refused to be.
“Don’t touch me, and don’t look at me like that!” She snapped “Yaxley put out those wanted posters to fuck us— we are screwed now, how are we supposed to get the polyjuice ingredients if we can’t step foot in public?”
“We can send Eric— he isn’t wanted,” Penelope suggested, stepping in to attempt to deescalate “Give him a list, he can ask a store counter clerk for the ingredients. All of polyjuice’s ingredients are common, so nothing should trigger any red flags”
“I can do it” Eric said “But someone has to explain the wizard money to me again…”
After another lesson on galleons, sickles and knuts, Eric was sent off to the village with a grocery and potion ingredient list. Remus stopped him at the front door, muttering something into his ear that based on his body language, he didn’t want Mia or Penelope to know what he was telling him. Penelope spent most of the time Eric was gone helping Mia with some tiding and organization around the cottage. Remus kept to himself, only offering the girls tea and polite small talk. He treaded lightly around her, as if walking on egg shells.
Eric returned a couple hours later with bags of groceries and a sack of potion ingredients. Mia took the ingredients and started on the polyjuice potion right away, wasting no time since the brew took one whole month to make. Remus started on dinner for the four of them, occasionally bumping shoulders with Mia as he clambered about the kitchen. The tension between them wasn’t heavy with anger, but more so like awkward old friends reuniting for the first time in years, but no longer had anything in common. They spent most of dinner asking Eric about his plans for when he and Penelope got to America.
“Well, my mom said we can stay with her as long as we need, and I’ll start to look for an engineering position once we get there. Ashley— the sister whose passport we’re using— lives in Chicago, but my other sister Kate goes to community college, and lives at home.” Eric went on and on about his favorite places, what he was going to show her first and where they would eat. “Oh, and you have to have Skyline Chili,” he exclaimed “Cincinnati’s signature chili recipe is unlike anything you’ve ever had!”
Hearing all the excitement from Eric about showing Penelope his old stomping grounds struck a twinge of jealously with Mia. If she were being completely honest, she would love for her and Remus to join them on their trip to America, to get away from this terrible war and never look back. It would be easy, to run away outside of the Ministry of Magic’s regime, but she knew they couldn’t. Both of them had made a commitment to serve the Order of the Phoenix until the end. Until the end— she had originally thought that would mean ‘until they won’, but now, she wasn’t quite sure if there would be an end before her lifetime.
They spent the evening playing cards, occasionally stirring the polyjuice potion before everyone decided it was time to rest. Crawling into bed next to Remus was uncomfortable; they had barely said anything more than small talk to each other since their argument this morning.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Yaxley” she whispered.
Remus didn’t respond to her apology, changing the subject. “Do you need a sleeping draught for tonight? — since you couldn’t sleep last night?”
“No” she said, shaking her head “I don’t want to get hooked on them”
He nodded, and the room fell quiet. She partially wished she would’ve accepted the sleeping draught, but she needed to save their limited supply for the nights that she woke up in cold sweat. She looked at him earnestly as he lay with his eyes closed, moonlight illuminating his face with a soft twinge of bluish-gray. She wanted his comfort; their invisible tether that she had felt since he had bitten her tugged at her, begging him for his reassurance and touch.
“Remus?”
“hmm?”
“…will you hold me?”
She felt like a stupid child asking, as if she was a little girl asking to crawl into bed with her parents after a bad dream. He opened his eyes quickly, turning his head to her with a doleful expression.
“Of course— come here”
She scooched up next to him and rested her head in the crook of his shoulder; his long arm wrapped around her and held her close. She felt instantly relaxed in his embrace.
“Do you know how much I love you?” he said softly
“Yes” she said, chuckling.
“No,” he whispered, kissing her forehead “I don’t think you do.”
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”
Penelope’s shrill shriek snapped Mia out of a deep sleep, sitting up quickly as Penelope jumped onto the bed and hugged her. Sunlight shone through the gap in the moth eaten curtains hanging over the window, nearly blinding her as Penelope situated herself next to her.
“We made breakfast!”
Remus and Eric walked in with a breakfast tray of eggs, bacon and oatmeal, topped with a cup of coffee. ‘22’ was written in ketchup overtop of the eggs, and a small half burnt candle was stuck down in the middle of the oatmeal.
“Aw, you guys shouldn’t have…”
As lovely as breakfast in bed was, they really shouldn’t’ve. The sight of food made Mia’s stomach churn irritably, a lump forming in her throat as if to stop any food from going down her esophagus. She wasn’t much in the mood for eating, let alone celebrating her birthday. Eric handed Mia the tray eagerly as Remus set down a second tray with mugs filled with piping hot coffee at the edge of the bed.
“Eat up!” Penelope said, reaching for a mug “Remus wants us to try some dueling after breakfast”
It seemed odd, to be celebrating her 22^nd birthday whilst they were hiding from Ministry capture. Nevertheless, she attempted to eat, struggling with every bite. They had made way too much food; on a day she wasn’t dealing with a boatload of stress, it probably would’ve been an acceptable portion. Today though, each bite created the uncomfortable sensation of glass shards cutting her throat. The sight of the uneaten portion of her food was overwhelming—daunting. Mia tried, she really did. She took tiny bites as she forced herself to make small talk with Penelope and Eric, feeling Remus’s eyes on her every time she attempted to push food around to make it look like she had eaten more than she actually had.
“Would it be alright if I had a few moments alone with my wife?” Remus interjected.
“Ew!” Penelope squealed “code for shagging— let’s go”
Penelope grabbed Eric’s hand and dragged him out of the room, Mia chuckling at hearing him whisper they as the disappeared into the hallway (“well, if they are going to, maybe we should…”). Remus waited to speak until he heard the second bedroom’s door shut.
“Not much in the mood for eating?”
“No,” she shook her head. “Can I be finished please?”
He nodded stiffly, then took her tray and sat it atop the dresser. “I know this isn’t the best way to be spending your birthday…”
“I’m fine, really—” she muttered “It’s just another day, right?”
He frowned, then reached into the front of his robes and pulled out a thin, poorly wrapped parcel and handed it to her “I had Eric pick you up something while he was in town— a gift.”
“Aw, Remus—“She tore the wrapping off gently; wrapped up was a handsome black leather journal, with gold-foil tipped pages. She opened the front cover to a note scrawled on the inside leaf in Remus’s labored handwriting.
Mia,
To express your feelings when speaking them aloud is too daunting.
Happy birthday, my love.
Yours,
Remus
“I understand why you didn’t tell me about Yaxley” he said “I know talking about the way you feel doesn’t come naturally, even after all the work Helen did. I thought you could write your feelings in here, if you didn’t feel comfortable sharing,” he pulled her into an embrace and kissed her forehead. “I have another present for you, too.”
“Yeah?” Her brow furrowed. “What’s that?”
A mischievous, boyish smile spread across his face. “It requires you to put a silencing charm on the room…”
Mia giggled and waved her hand; the bedroom door slammed shut and a flash of light zoomed all around the walls. They fell into bed together, hungrily tearing at each other’s clothes and tongues swirling together in rhythm. For the next few minutes, his kisses made her forget all about the Ministry of Magic, The Muggle-born Registration Commission, and the war impinging on them.
“Come on, birthday girl— show us what you got!”
Eric cheered from the sideline as Mia and Penelope bowed to each other, preparing to duel one another. Penelope held her wand out in front of her as Mia raised her palms. Remus stood off to the side near Eric, overseeing and refereeing their duel.
“Mia, just shield for now,” he called “Once your shielding improves, we’ll go from there— on the count of three. One, two, three!”
“Protego!”
Mia threw her hands in front of her, a small bit of a shield just barely blocked Penelope’s stinging jinx. After a few minutes of just barely getting by, Penelope hit her with a full body bind that she was unable to block. Her arms and legs snapped together, and she fell forward onto her face.
“Finite incantetum!” Remus called, waving his wand.
Mia unfroze, groaning as she rose to all fours, then up on her knees. She spat out the mouthful of grass she had taken in and brushed the front of her clothes off, swearing profusely under her breath.
“You just need to focus, Mia” Remus said “You can do it”
“Don’t tell me to focus— I am focused!”
“Think about how we channeled a memory when we first lit the candle,” he said “Take yourself back to that feeling, fixate on it— these spells require more effort than simply creating a flame.”
Mia closed her eyes and transported herself to the moment where she watched Dolohov shoot a jet of green at her father, his screams ceasing before her eyes as she watched his writhing body fall still as stone. She concentrated on the feeling of Fenrir Greyback slicing through her legs like butter, then remembering watching him slash Bill’s face, and the warm, sticky feeling of his blood soaking her clothes as the savage werewolf climbed on top of her. She gritted her teeth; she allowed herself to feel anger, allowing her rage to take over. Her eyes snapped open, and she rose her palms up in front of her.
“Ok Penny, again!” she cried.
“Petrificus Totalis!”
“Protego!”
This time, Penelope’s full body bind hit Mia’s invisible shield, ricocheting off and back at her. Penelope’s arms and legs snapped together, and this time, it was her who got a mouthful of grass.
“That was excellent!” Remus shouted “Finite Incantetum!”
Penelope was free, standing up slowly and brushing herself off. “Nice work” she said with a chuckle
“That was badass” Eric said, clapping “Do it again!”
Remus turned to Mia, smiling broadly and nodding “Yes, again!”
Hours later they retreated back inside, both Mia and Penelope glistened with sweat and drug their feet in fatigue. Penelope immediately plopped down at the dining room table as Eric slid in next to her. Remus put a tea kettle on the stove as Mia tended the polyjuice potion. The brew was going smoothly so far— most of the upfront work was finished, but they would need to be patient as the potion took its time to brew.
“Alright, these lacewing flies need to stew for 21 days,” Mia said, dumping a vial of the insects into the cauldron, and then motioning to Eric. “Let’s go ahead and send Lionel to your sister.”
“I hope she follows my directions” Eric said with a haughty sigh “She was certain I was on drugs when I asked for some of her hair too…”
Mia trotted over to the owl’s cages, giving both Frankie and Lionel treats before taking Lionel out of his cage and opening a window.
“I need you to fly to America; Chicago— to Ashley Richardson. We need her passport and a lock of her hair.”
Lionel hooted softly as Mia tied a small pouch to his leg, containing instructions once again for Ashley to send back a clipping of her hair and her passport. The tawny owl flew out of the window without hesitation; Mia watched as he got smaller and smaller against the horizon, until he disappeared from view. Remus came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, gently kissing her neck as she leaned back against him.
“I’ve never sent him overseas before,” she said softly “I worry about him— what if it’s too far?”
“He’s an owl;” Remus said “he’ll be alright.”
Mia frowned “I hope so.”
“I know so—“ he chuckled “Come on, come have a cup of tea. I’m going to get started on dinner.”
His fingertips brushed her back gently as he gestured her over to the table next to Penelope and Eric. She sunk down into a chair; Penelope poured her a piping cup of tea and gave her a sad smile.
“I’m sorry you have to spend your birthday like this” she said “I didn’t mean for this all to happen”
“Don’t apologize,” Mia said, holding her hand up to silence her “You are my best friend, I would do anything for you— I have had a lovely birthday and I don’t regret helping you one bit”
Penelope reached over the table and grabbed Mia’s hand, squeezing it in affirmation. Their moment was interrupted by Remus poking his head out of the kitchen doorway.
“How does everyone want their steak cooked?”
Eric and Penelope both piped up and requested medium. Remus looked at Mia with an impish grin, “and how about you, Mrs. Lupin?”
Mia rolled her eyes “You know how I want it cooked.”
“I don’t think I remember…” He jeered “If you don’t remind me, you’ll get well done”
“Fuck you!” She said playfully, giving him a crude gesture “—Rare”
“What was that?” he asked “I didn’t quite catch that”
“RARE!” She cried, laughing “Rare, you asshole!”
Remus snickered to himself as he disappeared from the threshold, leaving Mia to roll her eyes into her tea mug. He loved nothing more than to poke fun at her newfound appreciation for rare (formerly called ‘fucking disgusting’) steaks.
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