[HP] The Order of the Phoenix Family

There was no answer from Sirius' room, maybe he was too lazy to pay attention to him or maybe the owner didn't come down from the attic at all, Remus didn't want to deal with a depressed and gloomy friend right now, so he left the door.The last bit of his appetite was gone, and he walked straight back to the room, shutting the door behind him, shutting out the dim light of the corridor.Even after Molly's meticulous cleaning, every room in the headquarters still inevitably smelled of a mild musty smell of disrepair. After leaving the kitchen's food aroma, his nose began to detect this again.The room was almost pitch black, but with the lights on it wasn't very inviting.

Remus didn't realize until then that he had forgotten to take off the oven mitt on his right hand, it was pink, and he had just taken the roast out of the oven.It was a rare and luxurious meal for him, but it seemed that it could only be reheated when he regained his appetite.

"Guess what, this could be tomorrow's news for the Order of the Phoenix," said the werewolf to the heat glove, "Remus Lupine, alone in his room on his 36th Gloves suffocate. Maybe then they'll remember it's my birthday."

He looked around, the room was quiet, and he couldn't see anything clearly.The darkness and closed space brought not only a slight fear of drowning, but also an inexplicable sense of security.Everyone has the right to be stupid when they are alone within four walls, right?

"Oh, dear Remus, of course I remember your birthday!" He slapped his thumb and other four fingers together to match the rhythm of his speech, while changing into a thinner tone, imitating the first thing pink reminded him of. Personal, "I'm just a little busy! Happy birthday, Remus!"

"You're lying, Nymphadora Tonks," he said sternly, making a surprised mouth-opening gesture with his right hand, "You don't even remember my birthday unless I tell you and ask you for a birthday present , you didn't even say a word when you were on duty in the Forbidden Forest today. You're a sly goblin, getting as fast and thorough as your hair. One second I think you're flirting with me, the next , 'Remus, you are such a good friend'. Don't think you can tease me, now I'm going to punish you, punish you hard."

Dora the Glove stepped back a little, throwing her head back, and dodged in terror.Of course she couldn't escape very far (unless Remus's arm was cut off), and Remus touched his chin with the other hand (it was time to shave), pretending to be contemplative, absorbed in this little role-play.

"Let's see, um..." he said slowly, "Take off your clothes, how about that? Yes, and put on the one with the opening in the chest—didn't think so, I did notice it. I like that What's coming out of the mouth, yes, I'm going to use my hands instead of my eyes, then my mouth. You're not some gentle ex-Hogwarts professor in front of you today, it's a real beast ...an old, bad monster that's going to rip you out and eat you. I bet you taste pretty good, and I'm going to taste it from head to toe, really."

He stated cheerfully for another moment what he was going to do next, causing "Dora" to run around him in fright, and then changed abruptly into an angry voice.

"Moonface, what are you doing?" Sirius the Glove approached him and roared, "You're plotting against my niece?!"

"Now you're here? My good friend?" Remus didn't flinch. "Where were you when I was supposed to prepare breakfast for me more than a dozen hours ago? Where were you when I prepared dinner for the two of us regardless of the past? I haven't seen you all day, huh. I'm your oldest buddy, and I forgive you for nearly biting me, twice, for keeping the truth from me, and your countless assholes, you give me What's in return? How dare you get mad at me, forget my birthday, and not show up until I'm ready for dinner. At least today I should be more important than your baby hippogriff, you ungrateful selfish dog thing."

"Don't say that, Moonface." Sirius the Glove said weakly, "How can you think I forgot your birthday?"

"Don't lie!" Remus snapped, "Hmph, that's okay, what 36-year-old man needs to celebrate his birthday? But you interrupted what I was going to do, and you will be punished for your niece. Take off Drop your pants."

"What, what?" Sirius the Glove was stunned.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not interested in your front face." Remus smiled wickedly, and rolled up his gloves a little, "Turn around, Padfoot. Accept your lesson."

Turning his palm slowly, he slapped the outside of his wrist, "One."

Then there was Sirius the glove: "Oops!"

"Two, three... I'm not soft-hearted today, don't try to get away with dog eyes." Remus reported the count slowly, mixed with Sirius' cries and begging for mercy, "...Ten. Just write it down for now, Get here today."

"Thank you, Remus..." Sirius sniffed, "I will definitely remember your birthday in the future."

"Don't promise what you can't do." Remus touched the bed, threw himself on his back, pulled off his gloves and threw it on the wall away from the door, "Go away, I'm going to sleep."

Slap, slap, slap.The glove hit what appeared to be colored paper, rubbed it and slid to the floor.

Does he have decorations on the wall?Remus frowned suspiciously, turned sideways, and turned on the lamp.

Meet the upper row of eyes.

Remus blinked his eyes, blinded by the light, and recognized Sirius, Tonks, Kingsley, Hestia, Bill, Arthur, and Molly squatting on his bed and Between the walls, holding fireworks and colored paper tubes, the wall behind him is covered with stickers of wolves and moons and huge banners.

Obviously, his companions had been waiting for a long time.

"Surprise," Sirius said a few seconds later, "Happy birthday, Moonface."