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𝕽emus furrowed his eyebrows, holding back a groan as he shifted in the hospital bed, stirring from his slumber to hear petty arguing from the group surrounding his bed, his eyes staying closed as he listened, feeling gentle hands running through his hair, pushing it back off his forehead,
"It's despicable! Absolutely despicable, Pettigrew, and to think you were going to be a groomsman of mine! Well that's off the table now isn't it?! Isn't it?!" James exclaimed, my lips tugging upwards into a mischievous grin, as Peter raised his head from his breakfast, blinking blankly,
"Sorry— excuse me, what wedding is this? Because I swear to merlin Prongs if you've proposed to my baby brother already, there will be no divorcing I tell you. That is it! You'll be together forever, no incest!" Sirius demanded, pointing his finger accusingly to James, Scarlette rolling her eyes besides me,
"I wasn't planning on incest, Padfoot, that is your family not mine! And I have no one to be an incestophile with! And don't start this on me— this is— this is about him!" He cried out, pointing his finger to Peter, who just blinked before snorting and carrying on eating his breakfast, winking at the bespectacled boy, James scoffing before saying, "What would Carol say now, Wormtail?"
"You're a good son for eating your breakfast, Peter. You're a marvellous son, Peter, I love you, Peter—"
"Peter Piper pick a peck of pickled peppers...." Scarlette began singing quietly besides me absentmindedly whilst watching the scene pan out, my teeth clamping on my lip to stifle my laughter, full well knowing Remus was awake, compelling me to discreetly kiss his temple, whispering softly,
"Hi......Wait for this, Casanova"
"I think marvellous is simply the wrong term or has it changed its meaning to disrespectful— a-and....and treason! Yes! That's right, treason!" James claimed sternly, knocking the glasses on his nose when he lifted his hand to run it through his hair, a snicker falling from my lips as I hummed,
"Damn Peter, the action of betraying someone or something. You should feel ashamed of yourself"
"If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers........"
"Truly, wholly, entirely ashamed, I am Willow. How dare I, please, please show me your forgiveness, i'm at your mercy, Prongs—"
"Ah! No! You shall not use that nickname anymore, the rights of access has been denied!" James cut him off with a huff, folding his arms over his chest, Remus shifting his head to the side to me, peering his honey eyes open and frowning in confusion at me, a reassuring smile on my face as I cupped his cheek, stroking my thumb over, his face softening considerably.
"Oh okay, I understand" Peter nodded, holding his hands up in defence, hanging his head low in shame, before picking up his venison sausage, waving it around to the bespectacled boy, who screamed in hysterics, "Prongs! Prongs! Prongs! Prongsie...Prongsie pie! Yes, let's make a Prongsie pie!"
