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𝕽emus huffed in disappointment when he reached out for a spindly body to hold close and instead got nothing but empty fresh sheets.
The pair had crashed at the Potter Manor for the night after James and Sirius demanded they celebrate their engagement until the early hours of the morning, their parents having left hours before with knowing smiles with orders they behave themselves. He had no idea what they were talking about, they always behave themselves.
He'd wanted a lazy morning filled with cuddles and stolen kisses, it turns out Willow must have had other plans. He rolls over from his side of the bed to hers, burying his face into the pillow, which was now hiding his smile as the lingering scent of lemons and jasmine invaded his senses. It was his bedroom they had sleepily stumbled into as it the nearest to the staircase, and he would be lying if he said he wasn't happy his bed sheets her smelled like her too now.
Begrudgingly, he stretches his 'tree' legs out and sits up to blink a few times whilst coming round into the new day, the sun rays reflecting through his blinds to ignite a warm glow in the bedroom. He searches for some pants in his drawers, knowing he always has a few pairs here when he stop's over, a smile threatening to spread on his lips when he finds them neatly folded in Mia's special formation, soft and fresh from being washed.
Throwing them on clumsily, he pads out of his bedroom and down the stairs, feeling warmth blossom in his chest, hearing familiar quiet chatter, his head peering around the kitchen door to find his fiancée resting besides Mia on a stool with a bowl of fruit in front of her, Monty on a stool opposite as he reads todays edition of the Daily Prophet, occasionally slurping some coffee.
His eyes study his wool sweater hanging off her petite frame, the crimson shade emphasising the lightness of her silvery blonde hair. Her different coloured eyes are bright and radiant as though she'd had a well rested beauty sleep, opposed to him who looked as though he'd been dragged through a forest against his will, his mousy hair mussed and fluffed, his eyes droopy from sleep.
Not waiting any longer, he steps into the kitchen, aware she'd know he was there anyway with her intuition, his hand rubbing over his forehead as the three raise their heads towards him in greeting, Mia chirping,
"Good morning, sleep well?"
He mumbled something along the lines of 'yes' in a groggy slur, the elder witch chuckling and pointing out there's some coffee ready for him on the countertop, a warming charm casted upon it to keep it hot until he'd finished. He nods in appreciation, wrapping his hands around the sage green mug, slipping on to the stool on Willow's other side, taking a sip as she looks to him with a gentle smile.
"I was expecting James to be up before you, Casanova, you've surprised me" I spoke truthfully, allowing my eyes to dance over his appearance, his plaid plants hanging low on his hips with his chest bare, the shine from the peeping sun glowing off the ivory scars diagonal across his torso. His growing confidence was definitely something that filled me with proudness for him.
