Killer Queen (A Marauders FanFiction)

Chapter 12 - Thank God It's Christmas

Warning(s): swearing

Ruth had her face pressed right up to the glass of the tiny kitchen window, making it smear up from her breath, but she couldn't find it in herself to care. She curiously watched her cat, Sooty, cautiously interact with the much larger cat from down the road, circling each other in a manner that would be rather ominous if the former wasn't a quarter of the latter's size. Sooty was almost completely obscured by the overgrown grass that was screaming to be cut; Ruth wouldn't have even known he was outside if it wasn't for his extraordinarily long tail poking through.

"Ruth, why are you sitting on my poor washing machine?" her mother came in, half amused, half concerned, "You're going to break the damn thing."

She gasped in mock offence and turned round to look at her, "Are you trying to say something, Mum?"

She gave her a knowing look and said, "You know that's not what I meant. Now, you didn't answer my question, what on earth are you doing on my washing machine?"

She jumped off before Jocelyn could chastise her any further, "I'm waiting for the boys. We were saying about going down the pier or something today so we could give each other our presents, and I'm waiting for James's parents to apparate them all to our garden. And they're taking forever," she pouted, elongating the last word way more than necessary.

"Well, what time did you tell them to come round?"

Ruth thought about it for a second before saying, "Around one o'clock, I think."

She raised an eyebrow, "And what time is it now?"

She looked at the ground and mumbled, "Half twelve."

"Well, there you go. You have half an hour, and you haven't even got dressed yet," she pointed out.

"But-"

"No buts. You're not going out in your dressing gown so go and get dressed," she said, playfully swatting Ruth with the tea towel and chasing her out of the kitchen.

She laughed maniacally as she ran out of the room, "But Mother, I am dressed," she said, taking off her dressing gown like a stripper.

"Then why are you wearing your dressing gown?" Jocelyn asked exasperatedly.

"Because it's bloody cold!" Ruth grinned.

"Language," she muttered, shaking her head with a smile but sobering up when she noticed Ruth's face fall, "What's up with you?"

She faltered for a moment, caught off guard by Jocelyn's quick observations, "Mum, did you, erm, did you hear about Melanie?" she grimaced with the fear of treading grounds such as those. Her cousin hadn't mentioned anything about who she had told about the pregnancy, so for all Ruth knew, Jocelyn didn't have a clue and she was about to get Melanie into some serious trouble.

Luckily for them both, Jocelyn's face softened with understanding, "I heard. Your aunt told me all about it a couple weeks ago."

"What do you think about it all? I mean, Christ, Mum, she's only seventeen," Ruth sighed, running a hand across her hair with an anxiety that she hadn't even realised she had been suppressing.

"Come here," she said, taking Ruth into her arms and holding her for a moment, "She's going to be okay. She's not alone, remember that. She's got your aunt and us and that boyfriend of hers. She'll be fine."

A sudden knock at the window followed by four familiar faces made both Ruth and her mum look up in surprise, followed by a disappointed laugh from the former when she noticed that Sirius was only wearing his signature leather jacket, with no hat, scarf or gloves. She opened the kitchen door to let them in, hugging each of them as they entered.