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Remus & Ron
WHO: Remus Lupin & Ron Weasley
WHAT: Checking up on the youngest Weasley boy.
WHERE: Ron & Harry's cottage
WHEN: Sunday afternoon
RATING: PG
Remus finally felt rested. After Friday's memorial, he crawled into bed and slept. He didn't stir, he didn't need the loo, he wasn't overcome with some crazy urge to check on his son...he just slept. Bloody hell, he needed that rest. He felt sharper, which meant he was ready to start sorting his feelings about his hospital visit with Peter, but also ready to confront what was happening with his wife. She hadn't had an easy time as of late and he was running out of ideas on how to make her feel better when, in the end, he wasn't able to give her a baby. Teddy had been a fluke. It was the only explanation. Remus' genes weren't good enough. Still, sometimes he really needed to get away from all that guilt. She didn't blame him, but Remus would feel so horrible when he looked at her at times.
He would have checked on his other loved ones regardless, but he had to admit he welcomed leaving the house after too many hours in it. It was just a bonus that he had a good night's sleep. He was faced with who to check in on first. Sadly, there were many possibilities, but he thought of Ron first. Harry lived in the same cottage, but he also had his parents and Sirius (Remus really tried not to feel jealous about the last) around. Ron's mother was still in school and he just lost several family members. While he was sure Molly and the rest were reaching out too, he had a hunch it couldn't be easy dealing with so many varying ages. At least he was what Ron remembered, right?
He grabbed tea and a few sweets before arriving quite unannounced. He hoped he gave them enough time to sleep in at least.
WHAT: Checking up on the youngest Weasley boy.
WHERE: Ron & Harry's cottage
WHEN: Sunday afternoon
RATING: PG
Remus finally felt rested. After Friday's memorial, he crawled into bed and slept. He didn't stir, he didn't need the loo, he wasn't overcome with some crazy urge to check on his son...he just slept. Bloody hell, he needed that rest. He felt sharper, which meant he was ready to start sorting his feelings about his hospital visit with Peter, but also ready to confront what was happening with his wife. She hadn't had an easy time as of late and he was running out of ideas on how to make her feel better when, in the end, he wasn't able to give her a baby. Teddy had been a fluke. It was the only explanation. Remus' genes weren't good enough. Still, sometimes he really needed to get away from all that guilt. She didn't blame him, but Remus would feel so horrible when he looked at her at times.
He would have checked on his other loved ones regardless, but he had to admit he welcomed leaving the house after too many hours in it. It was just a bonus that he had a good night's sleep. He was faced with who to check in on first. Sadly, there were many possibilities, but he thought of Ron first. Harry lived in the same cottage, but he also had his parents and Sirius (Remus really tried not to feel jealous about the last) around. Ron's mother was still in school and he just lost several family members. While he was sure Molly and the rest were reaching out too, he had a hunch it couldn't be easy dealing with so many varying ages. At least he was what Ron remembered, right?
He grabbed tea and a few sweets before arriving quite unannounced. He hoped he gave them enough time to sleep in at least.