First visit to Tonk's flat [RP for auror_aura]
"Is that you, Remus?" He was barely in the door when the voice called out to him. How did Molly Weasley do that? Of the dozens of people who might be entering #12 how could she possibly know that it was him?
"It's me," he called out, making his way to the kitchen. He found Molly standing over the stove stirring a pot of something that managed to make the gloomy old kitchen smell like the comforting Burrow. "Dinner?"
"Tonks is sick," she said without turning around to face him. "So I'm making her soup."
"That's very thoughtful of you." He frowned a little, disconcerted by the thought of Tonks being anything less then her usual cheerful self, but had the look smoothed away before he asked: "Will there be enough extra for me to steal a bowl, perhaps? It would take the chill off nicely."
"I'll put extra in the bowl and you can eat it with Tonks when you take it to her. That might work better then a cheering charm."
"When I..." Remus's brow furrowed.
"Obviously Sirius can't take it, and the only other people here at the moment are you and myself. Of course I could call the twins to deliver it, but I'm sure I don't have to explain why that is a bad idea." As she spoke Molly aimed her wand at an empty bowl, filling it with soup and charming it so it wouldn't spill.
"Wouldn't a mothering presence such as yourself be a better choice? I..." Haven't seen Tonks since his drunken bout the other night. "I'm not as good at taking care of people as you are."
"Nonsense. You are just what the doctor ordered." There was a gleam in her eye that he hoped didn't mean when he thought it meant. "Besides, Arthur is due home soon, I hope. We have a date."
"A date?" Somehow he found himself holding the bowl of soup.
"A date. Now, more then ever, it's important to remember what matters. We were a couple before we were parents, and that matters as much as our love of the children. Now scoot, before the soup gets cold."
"Molly..."
"Remus." She threatened him with the wooden spoon she was holding. "Stop thinking so much and just listen."
Even as he sighed he held tight onto the bowl and aparated, carrying the sigh with him to the front door of Tonk's flat. Balancing the bowl in one hand he used his other hand to knock three times on the smooth wooden door. He frowned at the flimsy wood and the minimal protective charms he sensed. Was she really as well defended as she should be?
"It's me," he called out, making his way to the kitchen. He found Molly standing over the stove stirring a pot of something that managed to make the gloomy old kitchen smell like the comforting Burrow. "Dinner?"
"Tonks is sick," she said without turning around to face him. "So I'm making her soup."
"That's very thoughtful of you." He frowned a little, disconcerted by the thought of Tonks being anything less then her usual cheerful self, but had the look smoothed away before he asked: "Will there be enough extra for me to steal a bowl, perhaps? It would take the chill off nicely."
"I'll put extra in the bowl and you can eat it with Tonks when you take it to her. That might work better then a cheering charm."
"When I..." Remus's brow furrowed.
"Obviously Sirius can't take it, and the only other people here at the moment are you and myself. Of course I could call the twins to deliver it, but I'm sure I don't have to explain why that is a bad idea." As she spoke Molly aimed her wand at an empty bowl, filling it with soup and charming it so it wouldn't spill.
"Wouldn't a mothering presence such as yourself be a better choice? I..." Haven't seen Tonks since his drunken bout the other night. "I'm not as good at taking care of people as you are."
"Nonsense. You are just what the doctor ordered." There was a gleam in her eye that he hoped didn't mean when he thought it meant. "Besides, Arthur is due home soon, I hope. We have a date."
"A date?" Somehow he found himself holding the bowl of soup.
"A date. Now, more then ever, it's important to remember what matters. We were a couple before we were parents, and that matters as much as our love of the children. Now scoot, before the soup gets cold."
"Molly..."
"Remus." She threatened him with the wooden spoon she was holding. "Stop thinking so much and just listen."
Even as he sighed he held tight onto the bowl and aparated, carrying the sigh with him to the front door of Tonk's flat. Balancing the bowl in one hand he used his other hand to knock three times on the smooth wooden door. He frowned at the flimsy wood and the minimal protective charms he sensed. Was she really as well defended as she should be?