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Draco lifts his head up, shooting a glance towards his left to the witch staring shamelessly at him, his pale eyes settling on her, grunting irritably,
"Do you ever mind your own business?"
Oonagh pondered silently, tuc...
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𝕺onagh couldn't help the smile that's wormed across her lips.
Because sinking down onto the couch besides her, slowly and carefully, all soothing, tender and warm, is Remus Lupin.
Whilst Draco had been disgruntled, went into full Mr Grumpiest of all the Grumps mode at the appearance of the informing misty blue wolf patronus in their kitchen, Oonagh had felt sparks of joy over her entire body. Because the ex-professor was quite quickly becoming one of Oonagh's favourite people on earth. It couldn't be helped, he had something about him that fascinated her imposingly. And they were sort-of family.
The legendary red-headed twins were there too, as well as waggish and scintillating Lee Jordan, who Oonagh remembers superbly commentated Quidditch games in early Hogwarts days. The cocoa-skinned wizard that has a liking for royal blue robes would be arriving later, to speak on Potterwatch himself. Kingsley. Oonagh had discovered he was named Kingsley, a skilful attribute to the Order of the Phoenix.
For now, they were going over tonight's news, updates and reports to be broadcasted. Oonagh's inside information included.
A paper-like rustling draws her attention to her left, hardly able to contain the amusement bubbling up her throat at catching Remus red-handed. Or more accurately, chocolate handed. Upon realising he's been caught, the older man freezes mid-motion, honey eyes round, mouth open, anticipating the generous slab of milk chocolate that he's holding ready, millimetres away. For a minute, the pair silently stare back and forth between one another, until Oonagh can't hold herself back any longer.
"Why do you look like you're expecting me to tell you off?" She whispers mirthfully.
Remus shrugs, an embarrassed flush tinting his aging cheeks as he whispers back, "Most people do. They say I have an addiction"
"Do you?" Oonagh presses, compelled to clamp down hard on her bottom lip, when without a second of hesitation or contemplation, Remus nods blatantly, "Absolutely"
He lowers the air-dangling piece back down to his hands, breaking it up into two smaller, yet still copious pieces, handing one covertly to Oonagh. The Hufflepuff pins his whispers, concealment and checking side glances to that Remus Lupin doesn't share his chocolate with just anyone. He wouldn't offer Fred, George or Lee any if they relentlessly whined for it. Oonagh was lucky, an exception. Special. Perhaps he's returning the sentiment, perhaps she's becoming a favourite person of his too.
Thanking him quietly, she takes the offered piece and pops it into her mouth, marvelling over the delicious, mouth-watering taste. Oh, she understands, understands indeed. If this was her chocolate, she wouldn't be open to sharing broadly either. The addiction is justified. It's too good. Remus hums knowingly to her dilating eyes, because, yes, he knows, it's life-changing.
