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"𝕲odric, Black, what kind of dictionary are you born from?!"
Regulus smirks smugly, arms folded over his chest, tongue in cheek as the blonde Scottish Witch blinks rapidly down at the Scrabble board with a defeated huff. Dorcas peers towards her girlfriend with a cheeky grin at her expense, pointing out,
"You should know better than to challenge Regulus to a game of Scrabble. And it's Potter-Black now"
Regulus gestures to the Ravenclaw with a warm smile, one that was becoming more apparent on his face from when he was younger. The Potters had claimed him as their own, gave him love when he'd once believed he was a helpless case. He'd always treasure that love, even if his mother and father in law are gone.
"That smile of yours is oddly nice, Reg. Is being a parent and husband to a blinding ball of light mellowing you?" Mary pipes up, helping Lily knit for a chunky jumper and cardigan for the two Marauder babies when they're a little bigger.
James peers around the doorway when Regulus scoffs with a scowl, his mum's pink floral apron tied around his waist, flour on his nose and cheeks as he whisks the batter in the bowl. Cake seemed an odd thing to be baking, considering they were all going through a rough patch, yet all deciding a cake would be nice to share. James could bake, he could always bake, cooking is another story. Still, Peter was helping being a baker himself.
Sirius snorts from the blush rising to his younger brother's cheeks when James blows him a kiss and wink, softening grey eyes settling down on his godson and nephew laying on his lap, staring up at him with hazel ones. There's already a sparkle or two of mischievousness, he notes. Caressing his cheek lightly, he mutters aloud,
"When is he going to end up with circular baby spectacles then?"
Wordlessly, the multiple eyes in the room land on me in question, my eyebrows raising, peering over to my godson with a murmur, "I'd say when he's eight months with those Potter genes. The little mop of black hair will be like Reg's curls"
Marlene nudged the tousled haired boy with a snicker, "Well Nev's coming along to be a handsome chap too. I say Maple ditch them both and have a girlfriend like fun Aunt Marls"
Remus grunted irritably, shaking his head profusely like he did whenever his daughter's dating life was brought to topic. His gaze drifted towards Willow bouncing her on her lap besides him, giggly babbles emitting from her upturned mouth, hands out to hold on to her mum, swelling his heart massively.
For the past couple of weeks, she's been clearing her mind, occupying herself with Maple more. The burn on her thigh from her own fire was healing to barely a small dot against her shimmering skin, and overall she seemed more relaxed and calm, much to the happiness of the ones who saw her frazzled and stressed state that day.
"Maple Lupin sounds far nicer than any other surname to be paired with. Whoever she ends with, they should take her name" Scarlette insisted, heart swelling in her chest as she watches her sister fondle over daughter, peppering kisses on her face and landing on her nose lastly, Remus' looking between them lovingly both as though they're the flowers in his meadow.
