Remembering Me

I know Jessica is thinking the same thing, but I don't know what kind of memories she has.She never mentioned her mother, which made me somewhat curious about the kind of woman who gave her her distinctive looks.

Molly interrupted the question I was about to ask, but then I was thankful that it wasn't the right thing to ask about the family of someone I'd only met a few times.Presumably shaped by the experience of caring for seven children at once, Molly had a knack for never leaving anyone out, and she placed a large plate of sausages in front of Jessica.

"Thank you, Mrs Weasley."

So Jessica began to struggle with the sausage.Her appetite is still good, which is why she quickly became Molly's most popular guest in a short time - nothing seems to Molly more exciting than a well-prepared dish being eaten up Satisfied thing.Molly contributed a lot to the liveliness of the old house at dinner time. She had no complaints or even happily booked the breakfast, lunch and dinner here, as well as the lunch and supper of the members who often came due to unexpected missions. Just worry about too much food to support work.

I cracked another butterbeer and figured out how to get something stronger from the wine cellar without Molly's sight.She's been keeping an eye on me since the last night I got drunk and slept on the couch, as if any work would actually be delayed by my hangover.

I tried to point this out to Molly, which always works with Remus, as long as I pull my face off and say something about being fucked here, he'll keep a straight face and do whatever I want, at most Add the line "Don't be an example, Padfoot"-though neither of us believed it.

But Molly gave me a look that scared my mother off.

"For Merlin's sake, look in the mirror, Sirius! I'm not going to let someone who looks like a skeleton ruin me. And even if you don't care about your own life, there are children here! You should act like an elder !"

Still convinced that Voldemort and his minions are the scariest things in the world?If you ask me, I will - seriously (here is the old meme of serious and Sirius, I can't hold back ==) - tell you: don't mess with mothers.

There was a new round of laughter from the middle of the table, and the girls were doing what they loved best - information sharing, which quickly turned into taking turns exposing everyone else.No matter how interesting the face-changing show is, Tonks always only has one face, and it's time for a change after he can't think of new ideas.

Between clearing the plates several times, Jessica was pulled into the girls' topic by Tonks. The benefits or risks of having a friend who can easily mingle with her surroundings are reflected in this kind of time.If James was here, I'd probably be messing around with a bottle right now.After the table, they should be discordant or discordant, but since they are doing life-threatening work together, two bottles of wine that they are not familiar with can almost hook their shoulders and laugh.

Jessica melted into the atmosphere surprisingly quickly, and her laughter soon joined in.

I never dreamed I'd feel this way, but I'm so glad Kreacher showed up at the door of the restaurant out of the blue.I kicked off my chair and walked over, flying into a rage and yelling.

This scene is so common that the talking and laughing are only interrupted for a short while and then resumed.I seem to have heard Hermione's scolding, she is really a saint, she is called a "Mudblood" for three meals a day, and she can love such a disgusting thing as a fluffy bunny.

There was only one damn way out of the restaurant, and I had to follow Kreacher as I shooed away, turning the corner leading to the wine cellar before being hexed by those never-changing expletives.With Molly's unique care and redundancy, the door of the wine cellar was locked tightly. It was the kind of huge and exquisite brass lock that a Muggle thief could poke open with a wire. The symbolic meaning was far greater than its function.

The Black family never misses the opportunity to emphasize their identity on anything that stands still for a while, so of course the lock is engraved with two snakes encircling the family crest.The pattern is far less lifelike than when it was carved, and this has nothing to do with the years, thanks to the summer vacation of my second year, I found a Muggle welding torch to melt it into a ball.It was later restored by my father, and I was being hung upside down from the beam by my mother when he did it.

Now I just have to pull out my wand and I can repeat it in two seconds, and I'm even thinking of showing the results to the old hag's portrait to see if she can come up with any new words.

Oh forget it.talk about it later.

"Araho Cave is open."

The lock snapped off, and behind the heavy wooden door was the smell of old wood and alcohol, objectively speaking, it smelled much better than most places in the old house.I walked right past the big new pile of butterbeer in the corner, and went down to grab two bottles of Scotch Fire, my father's old hospitality specialty.There is only a thin layer of ash on the body of the bottle, but the construction quality of the wine cellar is commendable.

I could barely hold back the moan as I wandered upstairs to find Remus waiting in the living room.

"Together?" I shook the bottle at him, "Add some craziness to tomorrow's you?"

"Padfoot." Remus is serious, which tells me that this time may not be so easy to pass.

"Come on, buddy." The tone was so light-hearted that I really didn't mean to forget that Remus's comment on this was "all I hear when you say that is 'Come and hit me'".

Immediately, I almost saw the wolf flash in Remus' eyes as he gritted his teeth.

"You have to stop doing this to yourself, Padfoot."

"You mean to satisfy your wishes at any time? I have never been so relaxed in my life. Do you really want to be so cruel to your old friend?" I made a bitter face.

Remus took a deep breath and looked as if he was going to growl, but with his character I'd be more inclined to punch him.

fight?I carefully weigh the consequences.

"Look," I finally said reassuringly, "it's only two bottles. Since you and I aren't gay I'll just say it, if you'd come to my room with me for a while it might be one—you I know, I went there mainly to prevent Molly from burying me upside down in the cupboard. Today's a good day, don't spoil the fun, okay, moon face? I promise I can walk with firm steps to get it cleaned out today dead rats to feed Buckbeak."

Not a word, which is a good sign.

"Come on, Moony Face? Mr. Prefect? ​​Good boy? Little furball?" I persisted, "Good sir? Big Gray..."

"how do you know?"

"...what?" I glared at him. "Are you alright, buddy? We've known all about your 'fuzzy little problem' since second grade, and the only time I've ever been in the library was to look up how to kill What about werewolf information?"

"I mean, I didn't have a girlfriend," Remus said slowly. "How do you know I didn't?"

"I……?!"

He manages to keep me choking in my throat, and instantly rehearses a dozen of the next plot developments in my head, one or two of which I would rather rush to the roof and jump headfirst before it happens.

Then Remus grinned like a wolf baring its teeth, moon-faced, and I knew right away that I'd been played by the wimpy guy.

"Sorry, but did I disturb something?" Before I could get angry, Jessica appeared at the stairs with her hands behind her back, her lips slightly pursed, and her innocent eyes glanced at me and Remus.

Uh oh, this is really embarrassing.

"Listen, Jace, it's just a..." Remus explained hastily.

But Jace took his hand out from behind his back and showed the two bottles of tequila, winking slyly.

"Anyone want to do something to hell?"

I smiled exactly like Remus.

"For the Hell's sake. Right?"