cherry wine ( remus lupin )

5.1 ; awkward conversations

The house was alive with the vibrant chorus of morning birdsong, a natural symphony that serenaded the dawn. The windows cracked open just enough to welcome the gentle caress of the morning breeze, allowing the melody to weave seamlessly into the home's fabric. 

The fresh air carried the earthy scent of dew-kissed grass and blooming flowers, creating a harmonious blend of nature's finest offerings.

Arabella sat curled up on the loveseat, a cosy refuge in the corner of the sunlit room. The loveseat, an antique piece with worn but well-loved upholstery, held her comfortably as she nestled beneath a hand-knitted blanket. 

Her body was wrapped in the warm embrace of the blanket, which draped over her like a protective cocoon. Her legs were tucked beneath her, and her arms hugged her knees, forming a compact, self-contained bundle of warmth and comfort. Arabella's hair, a cascade of loose curls, framed her face, the strands gently swaying with each soft breath she took; letting out a snore that was soften than the singing.

Slowly she started to wake up; as the time went by turning her head and squinting her eyes adjusting to the scenary. James was lying on the floor with Sirius only inches away from him. Peter was lying upright on the couch with his legs on the coffee table; Clara laying her head on his shoulder with a blanket over her head trying to hide from the new sunlight. 

But the only person she didn't see was Remus. Furrowing her eyebrows, she moved the loose curls out of her face and lifted herself from the loveseat, walking over the body of James snoring into the carpet; he and Sirius were sharing the blanket that she didn't remember them originally sleeping with. Knowing that her Gran had winded up putting it on them, and most likely her when she had come down. 

When opening the door to the kitchen, it had flapped closed and the smell of coffee and toast that was inside the pan by itself being controlled by magic. Remus was sitting at the dining room table, drinking tea; he looked tired and more existed than when he winded up going to sleep. 

The bandages on his face seemed newer than the ones he had gone to sleep with. Her eyes dawned on Remus almost in a trance not used to seeing him in the morning this soon. Since in Hogwarts, they had about two hours before breakfast even started to have alone time. 

"Mornin'," Ruby's voice filled her ears. "You have to be at the platform by eight. So I reckon waking everyone up, I rang the Potters tellin' Euphemia that the boys were here." 

"Did Remus explain to you?" 

Before she was able to continue what she was saying. "Yep," Nodding her head and moving her wand so that the plate floated over to the table. "Eat your breakfast and no questions until everyone is awake." Since there were a lot of things cooking at once, this was one of the only times that Ruby would use magic. Since she was just a fifty-year-old single woman who couldn't do everything on her own. 

The one question she wanted to ask was how was Remus. Going over, she had joined him at the table. He cleared his throat, eating his toast with jelly on top of it. "Sleep well?" 

"Y-Yea" Nodding his head, Ruby smirked to herself continuing to toast the bread for everyone who was eating something this early at six in the morning. 

Joking as she put strawberry jelly on top of her toast, along with butter. The orange juice started to pour itself into her glass. "You have to deal with James's snoring all year?" Taking a bit from the toast, causing the butter to attach itself to the corners of her lips. 

"Well, I also had your snoring in my ear." Remus's voice was laced with sarcasm, ducking his head and drinking the water next to him. 

Glaring at him, and wiping the butter from her lips. "Don't be ridiculous. Moony"