[fic] Yuck!
Title: Yuck!
Author: noscrubs12345
50scenes prompt: 5--power
Word Count: ~2300
Rating: G
Summary: Harry learns the evils of broccoli and little sisters. A raising Harry AU.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Notes: Long time no post, I know, and even longer since it was HP related. But I found this little fic on an old flash drive. I remember I had so much writing this one!
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Harry Potter was four-and-a-half-years-old, thank you very much, and he hated broccoli. This was common knowledge, as the vegetable had a tendency to be found in the pockets of his jeans and hidden in odd places around the small cottage he and his godfathers called home. It was with great dismay that, when Remus Lupin sat down Harry’s dinner plate in front of him, it contained a rather large pile of broccoli beside small, bite-sized pieces of chicken. He studied it for a moment, his tiny nose crinkling in disgust, and grimaced up at Remus.
“Don’t like broccoli,” he said, petulantly, and pushed his plate away.
Remus laid a hand on the boy’s small shoulder, closing his eyes for a moment to gather his strength, and reached for the plate. He pushed it back towards him and sighed. “I know, but you’ve got to have your vegetables.”
“Why?” Harry asked as he reached for a floret with his fork. He lifted it and, after examining it for a moment, shook it from his fork. It landed among its peers with a squelching ‘plop.’
“So you can grow big and strong,” Remus said, pulling out his usual seat next to Harry.
“Like my dad?” Harry asked, his face lighting up for a moment with a wide grin and his green eyes sparkling.
Remus smiled softly and reached over to ruffle Harry’s hair. The boy pretended to swat at his hand and started to flatten his ever-messy hair when he pulled it away with a chuckle. “Yep. Just like your dad.”
“Did he like broccoli?” Harry asked, beginning to push the florets around his plate with his fork.
“Of course he did,” Remus lied quickly. With a grin, he crossed his arms on the table and leaned forward. “And asparagus too.”
Harry made a face and pushed his plate away again, fork clattering against it as he dropped it. “That’s worse than broccoli. I hate ‘sparagus.”
Remus sighed and picked up the fork. He speared a piece of broccoli with it and laid it back down before sliding the plate back to Harry. After a moment of mutual staring at the plate, he said, “Want to know a secret?”
Harry looked up and nodded fervently, his green eyes wide.
Remus checked over his shoulder for any imaginary eavesdroppers and, once sure there was indeed no one listening in, said in a conspiratorial stage whisper, “I don’t like asparagus either.”
He made a face and Harry let out a childish peal of laughter, kicking his small feet and legs under the table. Remus laughed along with him, waiting until the laughter had turned to intermittent giggles and the giggles had subsided before picking up the fork and offering it to Harry.
“Aren’t you going to at least try it before it gets cold?” he asked. He held the fork closer when Harry pursed his lips and, vehemently shaking his head, leaned as far back in his chair as he possibly could without falling off.
“Please?” Remus asked, raising one eyebrow and moving the fork ever closer to the little boy.
“Don’t wanna,” he said and quickly pursed his lips again.
“Harry,” Remus said in the tone he reserved for when he didn’t pick up his room...and when a certain partner of his left dirty dishes in the sink. “Please eat your broccoli.”
“No.”
“Please?”
“No.”
Remus sighed, the fork momentarily drooping. “How about if I ate some first?”
Harry again shook his head. “You like broccoli.”
“Yes, I do,” said Remus, fighting back another sigh when Harry clamped both his hands over his mouth. After a moment, he added with a barely concealed smirk, “Just like you dad.”
It had the desired effect. After a beat, Harry lowered his hands and relaxed his lips. He frowned at the broccoli before looking questioningly up at Remus. “What about Mum? Did she like broccoli too?”
“How do you think her eyes got so green?” Remus asked and held the fork a little higher.
With a moment’s hesitation, Harry cautiously reached for the fork and took a small bite. He grimaced, but chewed and swallowed the offending vegetable without a fuss. Remus smiled to himself when he took a second small bite and, making sure he continued to eat, stood to fix Harry a small glass of juice.
As he sat the glass next to the boy’s plate and well out of range for being knocked over, he heard the front door open and the sounds of laughter trickle into the kitchen. A moment after the door slammed, Sirius poked his head into the kitchen.
“Is that your roast chicken I smell?” he asked, smiling at Remus. He did a double take and stepped into the doorway. “Ok, what have you done to my godson? He’s eating something green.”
“It’s a miracle,” Andromeda Tonks said, appearing behind her cousin. She pushed him to the side with one hand, the other resting on her rounded stomach. “Out of the way. My feet are killing me.”
Remus laughed when Sirius stuck his tongue out at her. As she neared the table, he lifted his wand and the chair next to him pulled itself out.
“Thanks,” she said, placing her handbag beside the chair and sitting down. With a contented sigh, she kicked her shoes off under the table. Harry, watching her over his broccoli laden fork, quickly followed suit. Sirius laughed as the sound of the boy’s trainers falling to the floor echoed through the kitchen and crossed to press a quick kiss to his hair. He leaned over, kissing his partner for a brief but lingering moment before taking a seat next to Harry.
“This is just too odd,” he said with a barely smile as he looked between Remus and Harry. “How did you get him to eat broccoli?”
“Remus said Dad and Mum liked it,” Harry said, skewering a piece of chicken onto his fork and chewing it noisily.
“Did he?” Sirius said, levelling a look at Remus, who pretended to be find the grain of the table quite interesting.
“I thought James hated broccoli,” Andromeda said with a smirk at the men.
The sound of Harry’s fork clanging against his plate was followed by two groans of frustration.
Harry glared at Remus. He couldn’t quite help the smile tugging at his lips at the site; it was more adorable than intimidating. “It’s not nice to tell lies,” Harry said gravely before sullenly pushing a floret off his plate with a finger.
When he snickered, two different feet kicked Sirius under the table.
“What?” he asked, frowning in turn at his cousin and partner. “It’s what we always tell him, isn’t it?”
“That’s beside the point,” Remus deadpanned and turned to Andromeda. “You know, if you weren’t carrying our child I’d hex you.”
Andromeda smiled wickedly. “What? Did I do something wrong?”
“You’re not being very clever, you know,” said Sirius, rolling his eyes when Andromeda laughed.
“Payback, boys, is a pain in the arse,” Andromeda said, causing Harry to laugh. She stuck her tongue out and crossed her eyes at him, making him laugh harder.
“Payback for what, prey tell?” Remus asked, smiling in spite of himself as she continued to make faces at Harry.
“Convincing me to be your surrogate,” she said teasingly and made one last face at Harry. “Your demon sprog has been using my bladder as a Bludger.”
Both Remus and Sirius winced. Reaching for their hands, she smiled and laughed lightly. Giving their hands a squeeze, she added, “I hope you know I’m just teasing. I think it’s wonderful you wanting another. You’re both absolutely brilliant with Harry. He’s such a wonderful young man.”
Sirius and Remus glanced at Harry, who sat a little taller and puffed out his chest at her praise.
“Are you sure we’re talking about the same Harry?” Sirius deadpanned, laughing heartily and dodging a piece of broccoli at Harry’s shout of indignation.
Andromeda pulled her wand, stopping the floret in midair and returning it to Harry’s plate. He groaned and looked up at her with a pout.
“Watch and learn, boys,” Andromeda said, sitting up in her chair and leaning towards Harry. “How much of your broccoli have you ate, Harry?”
“’bout half,” he said, looking between her and his godfathers. “Why?”
“I was just curious.” Andromeda smiled. “Tell me something. Was it really so bad after you started eating it?”
Remus and Sirius shared a look over the table.
Harry was silent for a long moment. He sighed and frowned between the offensive pile of vegetables on his plate and Andromeda. “ I s’pose not.”
“Then why did you stop eating it if it’s not so bad?”
“It’s still yucky,” Harry said petulantly but nevertheless speared a floret and took a bite.
“Am I good or am I good?” Andromeda said with a triumphant smile, leaning back in her chair and resting her hands on her stomach.
“You just got lucky, that’s all,” Sirius said, with a smile.
“Do you like broccoli, Andy?” Harry asked before she could make a retort and turned to give him a strained smile.
She looked nervously between Remus and Sirius. “I hate the stuff.”
The sound of cutlery clattering against porcelain added to the symphony of groans and sighs that filled the kitchen.
Sirius reached over and tried to smooth Harry’s hair. “Eat your chicken, yeah?”
Harry sighed and started to pick at it the food his fingers. “Fine.”
Sirius chuckled and, looking up once he was sure Harry was eating, met Remus’s eyes over the table. “Moony, is this really the woman we want carrying our child?”
“I think it may be a little too late to reconsider, Padfoot,” Remus said, smiling at his partner.
Andromeda huffed in mock indignation. “Well, if that’s how you’re going to be then I guess there’s no point in me showing you the pictures from the last scan.”
Remus stilled and looked between her and Sirius in wonder. “You’ve got pictures?”
Sirius stood and crossed to the other side of the table. Kneeling beside him, he pulled in him in for a slow, tender kiss. “I wish you’d have been there, Remus,” he said quietly, nuzzling his cheek with his nose. “It was amazing. Absolutely amazing.”
“Have a look,” Andromeda said quietly. Taking the pictures from her handbag, she handed them to Remus, who took them with shaking hands.
“Oh,” Remus said as he stared down at the series black and white pictures of their baby. He laughed when it moved, a small thumb moving towards a tiny mouth. “It’s so....”
“Wonderful?” Sirius supplied, wrapping an arm around Remus’s waist and leaning his head against his shoulder.
“Yeah,” Remus said absently. He leaned into Sirius as he ran a finger over the pictures.
“She’s gorgeous, isn’t she?” Andromeda said, smiling softly as she gently rubbed her stomach.
“It’s a girl?” Remus asked, looking between Sirius and Andromeda.
“Our little girl,” Sirius whispered, grinning at Remus. “She’s going to be spoiled rotten.”
Remus chuckled. “How could we not spoil her?”
“She’ll be just like Harry, then,” Sirius said, reaching over to muss the boy’s hair when he frowned at them, a piece of chicken precariously poised on the tip of his fork.
“What?” he asked, letting the chicken fall.
“Nothing, cariad,” Remus said, smiling at him.
Harry sighed and, setting his fork down, climbed from his chair. He walked behind Sirius, pushing his way between him and Remus. He made a noise of protest when Sirius lifted him and settled him on his hip.
He frowned down at the picture for a moment before pointing and asking, “Is that my new brother or sister?”
“That’s your sister, Harry,” Sirius said, kneeling so that Harry could see the picture better. “What do you think?”
“She’s all right, I guess,” Harry said, scrunching up his nose. “Will she want to play Q'idditch when she gets here?”
“Maybe not right away,” Remus said, handing the picture to him. “When she’s older she might want to.”
“Will I have to play with dollies?”
Sirius chuckled and handed the picture back to Andromeda. “Only if you let her con you into it.”
“Oh,” Harry said, looking between Remus and Andromeda. “What’s ‘con?’”
“It means, Harry, that little girls are very good at getting little boys to do what they want,” Andromeda said, smiling.
“But I’m a big boy,” Harry said adamantly, climbing from Sirius's arms and into Remus’s lap. “Aren’t I, Moony?”
“I'm not sure yet,” Remus said and laughed when he looked at Harry’s almost empty plate. “Big boys eat all their broccoli.”
“I think my tummy hurts,” Harry said quickly, rubbing at his stomach.
“Uh huh. Tell that someone who believes you, Harry,” Sirius said, kissing Remus before lifting Harry up again. “How about we go have a nice hot bath and a nap while Andromeda and Moony to talk for awhile? You can tell me all about what you and Moony did today.”
“Don’t wanna bath,” Harry protested, laying his head on Sirius’s shoulder. After a moment, he asked, “Sirius, when is my sister coming?”
“Not for a few months yet,” Sirius said, waving at Remus and Andromeda as he turned towards the door.
“Will she have to have icky baths too?”
“Yep. And when she’s old enough she’ll have to eat her icky broccoli too,” Sirius said, voice trailing off as they started up the stairs.
Harry’s groan of displeasure echoed back into the kitchen.
“Wait until you try to get him to eat cauliflower,” Andromeda said, picking up the picture and handing it back to Remus.
Remus took the picture and tucked it safely into the pocket of his jeans. “I’m looking forward to it. Sirius absolutely abhors it. He throws a bigger tantrum that Harry.”
Andromeda chuckled and, sparing a glance at the doorway, said, “Somehow I don’t doubt that.”
Author: noscrubs12345
50scenes prompt: 5--power
Word Count: ~2300
Rating: G
Summary: Harry learns the evils of broccoli and little sisters. A raising Harry AU.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Notes: Long time no post, I know, and even longer since it was HP related. But I found this little fic on an old flash drive. I remember I had so much writing this one!
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Harry Potter was four-and-a-half-years-old, thank you very much, and he hated broccoli. This was common knowledge, as the vegetable had a tendency to be found in the pockets of his jeans and hidden in odd places around the small cottage he and his godfathers called home. It was with great dismay that, when Remus Lupin sat down Harry’s dinner plate in front of him, it contained a rather large pile of broccoli beside small, bite-sized pieces of chicken. He studied it for a moment, his tiny nose crinkling in disgust, and grimaced up at Remus.
“Don’t like broccoli,” he said, petulantly, and pushed his plate away.
Remus laid a hand on the boy’s small shoulder, closing his eyes for a moment to gather his strength, and reached for the plate. He pushed it back towards him and sighed. “I know, but you’ve got to have your vegetables.”
“Why?” Harry asked as he reached for a floret with his fork. He lifted it and, after examining it for a moment, shook it from his fork. It landed among its peers with a squelching ‘plop.’
“So you can grow big and strong,” Remus said, pulling out his usual seat next to Harry.
“Like my dad?” Harry asked, his face lighting up for a moment with a wide grin and his green eyes sparkling.
Remus smiled softly and reached over to ruffle Harry’s hair. The boy pretended to swat at his hand and started to flatten his ever-messy hair when he pulled it away with a chuckle. “Yep. Just like your dad.”
“Did he like broccoli?” Harry asked, beginning to push the florets around his plate with his fork.
“Of course he did,” Remus lied quickly. With a grin, he crossed his arms on the table and leaned forward. “And asparagus too.”
Harry made a face and pushed his plate away again, fork clattering against it as he dropped it. “That’s worse than broccoli. I hate ‘sparagus.”
Remus sighed and picked up the fork. He speared a piece of broccoli with it and laid it back down before sliding the plate back to Harry. After a moment of mutual staring at the plate, he said, “Want to know a secret?”
Harry looked up and nodded fervently, his green eyes wide.
Remus checked over his shoulder for any imaginary eavesdroppers and, once sure there was indeed no one listening in, said in a conspiratorial stage whisper, “I don’t like asparagus either.”
He made a face and Harry let out a childish peal of laughter, kicking his small feet and legs under the table. Remus laughed along with him, waiting until the laughter had turned to intermittent giggles and the giggles had subsided before picking up the fork and offering it to Harry.
“Aren’t you going to at least try it before it gets cold?” he asked. He held the fork closer when Harry pursed his lips and, vehemently shaking his head, leaned as far back in his chair as he possibly could without falling off.
“Please?” Remus asked, raising one eyebrow and moving the fork ever closer to the little boy.
“Don’t wanna,” he said and quickly pursed his lips again.
“Harry,” Remus said in the tone he reserved for when he didn’t pick up his room...and when a certain partner of his left dirty dishes in the sink. “Please eat your broccoli.”
“No.”
“Please?”
“No.”
Remus sighed, the fork momentarily drooping. “How about if I ate some first?”
Harry again shook his head. “You like broccoli.”
“Yes, I do,” said Remus, fighting back another sigh when Harry clamped both his hands over his mouth. After a moment, he added with a barely concealed smirk, “Just like you dad.”
It had the desired effect. After a beat, Harry lowered his hands and relaxed his lips. He frowned at the broccoli before looking questioningly up at Remus. “What about Mum? Did she like broccoli too?”
“How do you think her eyes got so green?” Remus asked and held the fork a little higher.
With a moment’s hesitation, Harry cautiously reached for the fork and took a small bite. He grimaced, but chewed and swallowed the offending vegetable without a fuss. Remus smiled to himself when he took a second small bite and, making sure he continued to eat, stood to fix Harry a small glass of juice.
As he sat the glass next to the boy’s plate and well out of range for being knocked over, he heard the front door open and the sounds of laughter trickle into the kitchen. A moment after the door slammed, Sirius poked his head into the kitchen.
“Is that your roast chicken I smell?” he asked, smiling at Remus. He did a double take and stepped into the doorway. “Ok, what have you done to my godson? He’s eating something green.”
“It’s a miracle,” Andromeda Tonks said, appearing behind her cousin. She pushed him to the side with one hand, the other resting on her rounded stomach. “Out of the way. My feet are killing me.”
Remus laughed when Sirius stuck his tongue out at her. As she neared the table, he lifted his wand and the chair next to him pulled itself out.
“Thanks,” she said, placing her handbag beside the chair and sitting down. With a contented sigh, she kicked her shoes off under the table. Harry, watching her over his broccoli laden fork, quickly followed suit. Sirius laughed as the sound of the boy’s trainers falling to the floor echoed through the kitchen and crossed to press a quick kiss to his hair. He leaned over, kissing his partner for a brief but lingering moment before taking a seat next to Harry.
“This is just too odd,” he said with a barely smile as he looked between Remus and Harry. “How did you get him to eat broccoli?”
“Remus said Dad and Mum liked it,” Harry said, skewering a piece of chicken onto his fork and chewing it noisily.
“Did he?” Sirius said, levelling a look at Remus, who pretended to be find the grain of the table quite interesting.
“I thought James hated broccoli,” Andromeda said with a smirk at the men.
The sound of Harry’s fork clanging against his plate was followed by two groans of frustration.
Harry glared at Remus. He couldn’t quite help the smile tugging at his lips at the site; it was more adorable than intimidating. “It’s not nice to tell lies,” Harry said gravely before sullenly pushing a floret off his plate with a finger.
When he snickered, two different feet kicked Sirius under the table.
“What?” he asked, frowning in turn at his cousin and partner. “It’s what we always tell him, isn’t it?”
“That’s beside the point,” Remus deadpanned and turned to Andromeda. “You know, if you weren’t carrying our child I’d hex you.”
Andromeda smiled wickedly. “What? Did I do something wrong?”
“You’re not being very clever, you know,” said Sirius, rolling his eyes when Andromeda laughed.
“Payback, boys, is a pain in the arse,” Andromeda said, causing Harry to laugh. She stuck her tongue out and crossed her eyes at him, making him laugh harder.
“Payback for what, prey tell?” Remus asked, smiling in spite of himself as she continued to make faces at Harry.
“Convincing me to be your surrogate,” she said teasingly and made one last face at Harry. “Your demon sprog has been using my bladder as a Bludger.”
Both Remus and Sirius winced. Reaching for their hands, she smiled and laughed lightly. Giving their hands a squeeze, she added, “I hope you know I’m just teasing. I think it’s wonderful you wanting another. You’re both absolutely brilliant with Harry. He’s such a wonderful young man.”
Sirius and Remus glanced at Harry, who sat a little taller and puffed out his chest at her praise.
“Are you sure we’re talking about the same Harry?” Sirius deadpanned, laughing heartily and dodging a piece of broccoli at Harry’s shout of indignation.
Andromeda pulled her wand, stopping the floret in midair and returning it to Harry’s plate. He groaned and looked up at her with a pout.
“Watch and learn, boys,” Andromeda said, sitting up in her chair and leaning towards Harry. “How much of your broccoli have you ate, Harry?”
“’bout half,” he said, looking between her and his godfathers. “Why?”
“I was just curious.” Andromeda smiled. “Tell me something. Was it really so bad after you started eating it?”
Remus and Sirius shared a look over the table.
Harry was silent for a long moment. He sighed and frowned between the offensive pile of vegetables on his plate and Andromeda. “ I s’pose not.”
“Then why did you stop eating it if it’s not so bad?”
“It’s still yucky,” Harry said petulantly but nevertheless speared a floret and took a bite.
“Am I good or am I good?” Andromeda said with a triumphant smile, leaning back in her chair and resting her hands on her stomach.
“You just got lucky, that’s all,” Sirius said, with a smile.
“Do you like broccoli, Andy?” Harry asked before she could make a retort and turned to give him a strained smile.
She looked nervously between Remus and Sirius. “I hate the stuff.”
The sound of cutlery clattering against porcelain added to the symphony of groans and sighs that filled the kitchen.
Sirius reached over and tried to smooth Harry’s hair. “Eat your chicken, yeah?”
Harry sighed and started to pick at it the food his fingers. “Fine.”
Sirius chuckled and, looking up once he was sure Harry was eating, met Remus’s eyes over the table. “Moony, is this really the woman we want carrying our child?”
“I think it may be a little too late to reconsider, Padfoot,” Remus said, smiling at his partner.
Andromeda huffed in mock indignation. “Well, if that’s how you’re going to be then I guess there’s no point in me showing you the pictures from the last scan.”
Remus stilled and looked between her and Sirius in wonder. “You’ve got pictures?”
Sirius stood and crossed to the other side of the table. Kneeling beside him, he pulled in him in for a slow, tender kiss. “I wish you’d have been there, Remus,” he said quietly, nuzzling his cheek with his nose. “It was amazing. Absolutely amazing.”
“Have a look,” Andromeda said quietly. Taking the pictures from her handbag, she handed them to Remus, who took them with shaking hands.
“Oh,” Remus said as he stared down at the series black and white pictures of their baby. He laughed when it moved, a small thumb moving towards a tiny mouth. “It’s so....”
“Wonderful?” Sirius supplied, wrapping an arm around Remus’s waist and leaning his head against his shoulder.
“Yeah,” Remus said absently. He leaned into Sirius as he ran a finger over the pictures.
“She’s gorgeous, isn’t she?” Andromeda said, smiling softly as she gently rubbed her stomach.
“It’s a girl?” Remus asked, looking between Sirius and Andromeda.
“Our little girl,” Sirius whispered, grinning at Remus. “She’s going to be spoiled rotten.”
Remus chuckled. “How could we not spoil her?”
“She’ll be just like Harry, then,” Sirius said, reaching over to muss the boy’s hair when he frowned at them, a piece of chicken precariously poised on the tip of his fork.
“What?” he asked, letting the chicken fall.
“Nothing, cariad,” Remus said, smiling at him.
Harry sighed and, setting his fork down, climbed from his chair. He walked behind Sirius, pushing his way between him and Remus. He made a noise of protest when Sirius lifted him and settled him on his hip.
He frowned down at the picture for a moment before pointing and asking, “Is that my new brother or sister?”
“That’s your sister, Harry,” Sirius said, kneeling so that Harry could see the picture better. “What do you think?”
“She’s all right, I guess,” Harry said, scrunching up his nose. “Will she want to play Q'idditch when she gets here?”
“Maybe not right away,” Remus said, handing the picture to him. “When she’s older she might want to.”
“Will I have to play with dollies?”
Sirius chuckled and handed the picture back to Andromeda. “Only if you let her con you into it.”
“Oh,” Harry said, looking between Remus and Andromeda. “What’s ‘con?’”
“It means, Harry, that little girls are very good at getting little boys to do what they want,” Andromeda said, smiling.
“But I’m a big boy,” Harry said adamantly, climbing from Sirius's arms and into Remus’s lap. “Aren’t I, Moony?”
“I'm not sure yet,” Remus said and laughed when he looked at Harry’s almost empty plate. “Big boys eat all their broccoli.”
“I think my tummy hurts,” Harry said quickly, rubbing at his stomach.
“Uh huh. Tell that someone who believes you, Harry,” Sirius said, kissing Remus before lifting Harry up again. “How about we go have a nice hot bath and a nap while Andromeda and Moony to talk for awhile? You can tell me all about what you and Moony did today.”
“Don’t wanna bath,” Harry protested, laying his head on Sirius’s shoulder. After a moment, he asked, “Sirius, when is my sister coming?”
“Not for a few months yet,” Sirius said, waving at Remus and Andromeda as he turned towards the door.
“Will she have to have icky baths too?”
“Yep. And when she’s old enough she’ll have to eat her icky broccoli too,” Sirius said, voice trailing off as they started up the stairs.
Harry’s groan of displeasure echoed back into the kitchen.
“Wait until you try to get him to eat cauliflower,” Andromeda said, picking up the picture and handing it back to Remus.
Remus took the picture and tucked it safely into the pocket of his jeans. “I’m looking forward to it. Sirius absolutely abhors it. He throws a bigger tantrum that Harry.”
Andromeda chuckled and, sparing a glance at the doorway, said, “Somehow I don’t doubt that.”