Day 09 of @remadoramicrofics - Candy
Remus sighed as he joined Tonks on the couch. “He’s down, hopefully for the night.”
Tonks rested a hand on his knee and leaned into him. “I’m a bit sad – he was such a cute pumpkin.”
“He did,” Remus agreed. At Dora’s insistence, he had donned a scarecrow costume – including cheesy face paint – along with Tonks and they had toted Teddy through the village. They had taken the pram, but he hadn’t spent much time in it. Rather, he and Dora had taken turns passing him off, one staying with the pram and one carrying him to the door. “Good thing it came with a hat,” he added.
Tonks laughed. “We’re going to have to start shaving him soon, otherwise we won’t be able to leave the house.”
He looked over at her with a crooked grin. “Is that what Andromeda and Ted did? Are there pictures?”
She smacked him playfully. “No!”
“I think there might be,” Remus pressed. He turned towards her and peppered kisses along her jaw. “If I take her tea and her favorite grandson when you go back to work, think she’ll show me?”
She giggled as she pushed him away. “She would have never let Dad shave my head.” Tonks pointedly avoided any discussion around her return to work. The end date was rapidly approaching her leave from work and he wasn’t sure that either of them were ready for it.
Remus leaned back against the couch. “Do you think he’d notice a few missing chocolate frogs?”
Tonks popped up from the couch. “We could always just replace them.”
Remus followed her to the kitchen where she unceremoniously dumped the basket of candy out. “Dibs on the cauldron cakes,” he said.
Tonks immediately ripped open a fizzing whizbee and popped on in her mouth. Remus pulled her against him as she rose a few inches from the ground. “We’ll leave him the licorice wands.” Remus grimaced as he grabbed a cauldron cake. “Oh, you could take them Mum, she’s a big fan.”
“You’re kidding,” he said as she settled on the ground and sank into a seat. He sat next to her and took another bite of cake. “They’re one of the worst.”
“Not the worst?”
Remus shrugged. “There are a lot of contenders for the worst: acid pops, cockroach clusters, whatever the Weasley twins are working on.”
Tonks laughed. “Those boys have really made a go of it, haven’t they?”
“They were brilliant – they are brilliant, but when I taught them I knew they were more concerned with the stories and the jokes than any academic pursuits.”
“Did they give you deja vú?”
“Minerva did once say I should take over as the Gryffindor Head of House – it would be karma for when James and Sirius and I were there,” he admitted.
“No!” she gasped around a sour strip.
Remus nodded, laughing at the memory. He rifled through the pile for a chocolate frog. “I still don’t think she’s convinced that I didn’t give them the map.”
“Admit it, you were rooting for them,” she teased as she opened a box of every flavor bean.
Remus shrugged. “Perhaps sometimes, but mostly I was worried about becoming one of their victims.”
“A seasoned prankster such as yourself had to know the ways to avoid a prank. The warning signs, if you will.”
“I handled the logistics more than the brainstorming and, though I’ll deny it any other time, the twins were…impressive – leaps and bounds ahead of James and Sirius and me.”
She solemnly placed a hand over her heart. “I promise to never tell another soul.”
He grinned at her. “But do you solemnly swear?” She laughed as he unwrapped some crystalized pineapple, a sound he found sweeter than all the candy before them.
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