Revelations (prompt 7)
Title: Revelations
Author: shimotsuki
Format & Word Count: Triple drabble, 326 words
Rating: G
Prompt: #7 (photo: broken egg)
Author's note: The events in this story are preceded by those in Stripes (prompt 21)
Summary: When Remus returns to Grimmauld Place after a full moon, Sirius serves up breakfast and news.
Revelations
The kitchen fireplace flared green. Sirius - who was awake at this ungodly hour exactly once every four weeks - looked up blearily from the Daily Prophet as Remus stumbled out of the Floo, dropped into a chair at the table, and rested his head on folded arms.
Sirius put a hand on his friend's shoulder. "All right, Moony? Need patching up at all?"
"I've already taken care of things," said Remus hoarsely, without lifting his head. "It's not too bad this time."
Sirius frowned - not too bad this time still didn't look very good - but he kept his voice light. "Then here's breakfast, ready in a minute." He tapped a cast-iron skillet with his wand to make it sizzle, and cracked a few eggs into it. "Tea?"
"No, thanks. I've got to get as much sleep as I can today."
Sirius carried two plates heaped with eggs, sausages, and toast over to the table. With some effort, Remus sat up. They passed the jam companionably back and forth.
"How was the meeting last night?" asked Remus after a while. The hot food seemed to have revived him a little.
"Snivellus brought information about a Death Eater plot to recruit followers in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, so Arthur, Kingsley, and Tonks are going to be watching out for suspicious activity at the Ministry. And the team for your Oxford mission tomorrow will be Moody, Hestia, Tonks, and Bill."
"Tonks gets around," Remus observed as he buttered a piece of toast.
"She was asking after you," said Sirius offhandedly. "So I told her why you weren't there."
Remus looked up and slowly finished chewing. "How'd she take it?" he asked quietly, visibly bracing himself against an anticipated blow.
Sirius grinned. "Very well. She looked like she wanted to go out and knock someone over on your behalf, actually."
"Hmm," was all Remus said, now focused on his last piece of sausage. But Sirius could see that he was smiling.
Author: shimotsuki
Format & Word Count: Triple drabble, 326 words
Rating: G
Prompt: #7 (photo: broken egg)
Author's note: The events in this story are preceded by those in Stripes (prompt 21)
Summary: When Remus returns to Grimmauld Place after a full moon, Sirius serves up breakfast and news.
Revelations
The kitchen fireplace flared green. Sirius - who was awake at this ungodly hour exactly once every four weeks - looked up blearily from the Daily Prophet as Remus stumbled out of the Floo, dropped into a chair at the table, and rested his head on folded arms.
Sirius put a hand on his friend's shoulder. "All right, Moony? Need patching up at all?"
"I've already taken care of things," said Remus hoarsely, without lifting his head. "It's not too bad this time."
Sirius frowned - not too bad this time still didn't look very good - but he kept his voice light. "Then here's breakfast, ready in a minute." He tapped a cast-iron skillet with his wand to make it sizzle, and cracked a few eggs into it. "Tea?"
"No, thanks. I've got to get as much sleep as I can today."
Sirius carried two plates heaped with eggs, sausages, and toast over to the table. With some effort, Remus sat up. They passed the jam companionably back and forth.
"How was the meeting last night?" asked Remus after a while. The hot food seemed to have revived him a little.
"Snivellus brought information about a Death Eater plot to recruit followers in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, so Arthur, Kingsley, and Tonks are going to be watching out for suspicious activity at the Ministry. And the team for your Oxford mission tomorrow will be Moody, Hestia, Tonks, and Bill."
"Tonks gets around," Remus observed as he buttered a piece of toast.
"She was asking after you," said Sirius offhandedly. "So I told her why you weren't there."
Remus looked up and slowly finished chewing. "How'd she take it?" he asked quietly, visibly bracing himself against an anticipated blow.
Sirius grinned. "Very well. She looked like she wanted to go out and knock someone over on your behalf, actually."
"Hmm," was all Remus said, now focused on his last piece of sausage. But Sirius could see that he was smiling.