mssr-moony-esq:
Remus was generally one to count the good days he had a month on one hand, at least lately. If it wasn’t one tragedy hitting him in the face it was another one. But still. Still, today was a good day. He’d just gotten a paycheck from his last interim job, and paltry as it was, it had lightened his spirits. Enough that he’d ventured out without anyone telling him to, going down to the market to pick up a few things and then heading back to his flat with Mary with a small spring in his step that might be entirely due to the extremely sugary coffee he’d had while he was there.
He was not always the best as asking for help, or being really appreciative of the people that helped him more or less against his will. Thank you was something that seemed hard to say when he acted an ass the whole time people were helping him, but this he could do. Remus set about making something of a meal, having gathered most of what he thought of as Mary’s favorites and had the kitchen merrily going away by the time he heard the door open. "Drop everything this instant!“ he called from the kitchen and poked his head out, a wide smile on his face. "I’m not in my bedroom contemplating darkness, please tell me how inevitably proud of me you are. Also, I’m making dinner, so you don’t have to worry about a thing.” He had a bit of a bright glint in his eye as he threw the hand towel he’d been using over his shoulder and pressed an envelope into her hand. "And that ought to cover my share of the rent for a couple of months. I’m not a completely useless hanger on anymore,“ he finished and kissed her cheek before heading back to the kitchen. "Now, tell me about your day while I finish off being the best housewife that could.”
( @mary-mxcdonxld )
It had been a long day at work, and as much as Mary loved being a healer, she had to admit that she was glad of the chance to leave it all behind and go home for the night. She also had a day off tomorrow, which was another thing to look forward to, and despite the exhaustion she felt, Mary smiled at the thought, hoisting her bag more securely onto her shoulder before apparating to the rundown elevator outside of her flat that no one ever used. Grabbing her keys to unlock the door, Mary swung it open, the smell of onion and garlic wafting her way.
As Remus called out to her, Mary laughed, feeling lighter than she had been even two minutes ago. Shutting and locking the door behind her, she kicked off her shoes and dropped her bag next to the door before padding over to the kitchen. As Remus came into view, Mary’s smile widened even further, this time in response to the one spread across her roommate’s face. She hadn’t seen Remus this chipper since before James’ death, and she certainly wasn’t about to complain about it. “I’m so proud of you, darling,” she said in a teasing tone, leaning forward to kiss his head as if she was his mother. It still amazed her how easily they had settled into a routine of living together, though she knew she shouldn’t be surprised. Remus had always been that kind of friend. Taking the envelope, she gave him a slight frown, but accepted it anyway. “Ah, you know I never think of you that way,” she replied seriously, before letting her tone turn back to teasing. “It’s always been my ambition to be a sugar mama, and considering how much they pay me at St. Mungo’s, I could cover this crappy little flat twice over all by myself.” Mary knew that Remus was touchy about those sorts of things, and it frustrated her, but she tried to respect it. Sitting down on a stool, she leaned against the counter and watched him. “I take it you had a good day?”
