it took time to deliver gifts, particularly because she got used to making them herself. knot after knot, she created a pattern of multicoloured thread, her finished product embedded with dark coloured wool initials RJL. arthur on the other hand took the matter into his own hands & brought their friend a grey necktie. against molly’s beliefs & contradictions, she still added arthur’s final gift while wrapping it all in a nice little box with a red bow on top. & so, with a smile tugged on her visage, she waited her turn to give remus his gift. ❝ there’s two gifts inside. one to make you look neat, the other to warm you during harsh weather. oh, and the cake, i almost forgot about the cake — it’s almost done. hope you like vanilla cake . . . happy birthday remus ! ❞
ARRIVING AT THE BURROW FOR SUPPER , REMUS HAD NOT BEEN EXPECTING ANYTHING . cloak being pulled off && put to one side && hanging his walking stick one one of the hooks , remus ran his hands down his five o’clock shadow && moved into the sitting room , only to be met with a soft embrace from molly && then her leading him to a seat at the table where a few others were sitting already . remus caught sight of tonks but said NOTHING as he sat down . then a box was passed to him . blinking , having not even known that molly was aware when his birthday was , was taken aback . had someone said something ? he cleared his throat , feeling a little AWKWARD , hoping they didn’t get him anything , after all , they had an entire family to support && sometimes they were poorer than him .
fingers nimbly opening the box , remus lifted out the beautifully knitted jumper , patterned knit , a multitude of muted tones that wove together so elegantly . care && love went into this . && his fingers gently touched the embroidered initials on the front . she had been WORKING on this for a while , to prepare for him . remus blinked , feeling immediately overwhelmed at a friends love , genuine , pure && adoring . a friend whom truly cared for him after so many years of not having one . then the tie . which sat to one side , smart && neat . pressed && ready to wear . remus stared at each of the items , trying to formulate thoughts , but was riled out of them as molly then spoke about cake .
he didn’t know how to react , but INSTEAD , he stood once more , raising to his feat && hugging the smaller woman tightly . head buried in her shoulder . genuine gratitude pouring off of him in waves .thank you . thank you . thank you for making me feel like i belong .
