Remus rolls over in the morning feeling the other side of the bed. Its cold. He opens his eyes the morning sun peeking through the curtains. “Siri?” he gets up putting on shorts and a shirt going downstairs. A strong smell of burning pancakes hits him. he walks into the kitchen finding Sirius with an apron on that says ‘little b^tch’ on it standing in front of the stove flipping blackened disks of what used to be pancakes (You choose who you want to be 🥰)