Who: Tonks and Remus What: Just laying around the apartment When: Afternoon Where: The Weir status/rating: incomplete/PG
Dora looked down at her son in his crib and wrinkled her nose before she reached in and gently pulled the cap off of his head as he slept. A shock of purple hair was suddenly exposed to the world and Dora felt a hell of a lot less guilty. Her own mum had never tried to hide her talents away from the world, yet here she was covering her son's. She knew there was a difference between living among muggles and living among other witches and wizards, but she still felt guilty. Had she really let some old American bird get to her that badly? Apparently so.
"Hrmph," she made a noise underneath her breath as she tossed the cap over into a an open dresser drawer. It landed on the edge and fell to the floor, but she didn't bother to pick it up. The entire nursery needed tidying, but she hadn't felt energy to clean it. She wasn't cleaning her own room, or the rest of the apartment, and so the nursery had fallen to the wayside as well.
She wandered out into the living room and flopped down onto the couch, kicking some laundry she'd folded onto the floor. With a flick of her wrist it was folded and floating in the air, as she looked for some place to put it. Finally, she decided on the mantle place above the fireplace. It wasn't a place where clothes actually belonged, but it worked for now. Dora dropped her wand and closed her eyes, feeling like she'd at least accomplished something before lazing off.