You sat in a plush armchair as you sipped a mug of earl grey tea. Smiling, you watched as your 15 year old niece and nephew, Rose and Harry, open their christmas presents in our London flat. You heard a knock on the front door and got up quickly to open it. Your eyes widened when I saw Remus and Sirius standing there. My eyes shot up, “I thought you two weren’t coming till dinner?” I question, slightly blushing at opening the door in just my pajamas.

You watched as Remus looked you up and down before blushing bright red, while Sirius stood there grinning like a fool. He commented with his usual cocky drawl, “Now darling, you know Moony will lecture our heads off if you don’t ask us a question.” He continued on, imitating Remus, “Death eaters could have snagged our hair for Polyjuice Potion, you can never be to careful Padfoot!”