rp: puppies and conversation Who: Sirius and Remus What: Serious conversations and general domesticity When: Sunday evening Where: Sirius's flat Why: Some conversations are a bit overdue Warning: Possibly high, we'll see Status: Incomplete
Cleaning. Remus hated doing it, always had. Worse than doing the cleaning was being stuck inside a flat and relegated to it like some 19th century maid or 1950's housewife. It was vaguely emasculating, and incredibly boring. Still, Sunday afternoon found him sitting before two piles, methodically casting careful scourgify charms on individual articles of clothing as they came out of one pile and went into the other. When the clean clothes pile was complete, he would have to put them all away again and start in on the dishes. Maybe this was easier than muggles had it, as they had to sit around and wait for machines that could take hours, but this was not a whole lot more interesting.
Or was it? Remus found himself holding up a pair of women's red lace underpants. "Um. Have you had more guests, or is this yours?" He strongly suspected the latter, and the suggestive image did not go unappreciated.