saudade - (n.) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant, or that has been loved than lost; "the love that remains"
Remus Lupin has a twin sister who's desperately in love with James Potter.
What could go wrong?
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"I have on good authority that I'm a great kisser."
●————♙————● Diana was woken up by the smell of burning, she jumped up and ran downstairs. "Remus! Remus, where are you?"
"I'm in the kitchen!" he yelled back, as Diana reached him she saw he was waving a towel in the air as smoke came from the stove.
"What the hell are you doing?" she waved her hand in front of her face, coughing harshly.
"I was trying to make breakfast for us." he exclaimed, gesturing his arms out to the side. Diana opened a window and sat on one of her hips with an exasperated look on her face.
"Remus, we both know you can't cook for shit, all you can make is toast and you burn that constantly." she rolled her eyes and Remus sighed.
"I was trying to be nice," he shrugged.
"Why?" she furrowed her brows.
"I, uh I just know you really wanted to see Mum last night and I feel shit about being the reason you couldn't" he rubbed his face and casted his eyes down to the floor.
"It's alright, I don't think I would've been alright seeing her anyways." she admitted quietly, leaning against the wall. "I wanted to see Mum, not whatever was in that room and I know that sounds insensitive but-"
"It doesn't." he cut her off
"What?"
"It doesn't sound insensitive. Everytime we come back from Hogwarts I get my hopes up that Mum's going to be waiting for us at King's Cross or that we'll get home and she'll be baking again in the kitchen and she'll hug us and we'll all be happy again. But we haven't really been happy in years have we? Whether it's me being a werewolf or Mum being ill, us Lupins always seem to find tragedy don't we?"
"I personally like to think that the tragedy finds us, makes everything a bit less morbid in my mind." she smiled dryly, Remus breathed out a chuckle and Diana decided it might be a good idea to change the subject before they got too mushy or thought about how broken they really were. "Look, why don't I make us some porridge because Merlin knows we have that and you can make tea because it's the only thing you make that tastes good."
Remus scoffed, "You just said I can make toast!"
"I was quite literally only saying that to make you feel better." she stated as she put the pan with whatever burnt food Remus was trying to make into the sink and put a new pot on the stove.
"Whatever," he grumbled, but brought out the kettle anyway. Diana always liked Remus' tea and "liked" didn't even come close to how much she actually enjoyed it, there was something about how he made it, it just made it taste so much better. She'd tried asking before what it was, but he told her it was a secret.
