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cris • tee • nuh ([info]cristina_lacosa) wrote,
Molly/Sirius
"Now, now, what are you, eleven?"

"Twelve!" Sirius Black retorted with a frown, pouting his chin greatly. "Might as well say I'm thirteen, my birthday's only...only...just a little more than six months away! So I'm twelve and a half, much more than eleven."

Molly rolled her eyes, patting her round stomach idly. This pregnancy was leaving her more exhausted than Bill's ever had, so she could only wonder what kind of bouncy baby boy Charlie was going to be. Of course, this left her stuck in the house when her brothers came to visit, and today, because of their rather large backyard, Fabian had volunteered the Burrow's lawn for a quidditch practice.

She was unsure of how Walburga Black had allowed her eldest and heir to come out to their house (the Weasleys being some of the biggest blood traitors known to man) but it quickly occurred to her that Sirius was a remarkable story teller, and had probably told his mother he was off learning some dark art spells with his cousins. Just thinking of Bellatrix made Molly shiver, and she turned back to the oven, reaching for her mitts.

"Allow me," Sirius said, snatching them away and he expertly opened the door of the over and pulled the cookie pan out, lying it gracefully on the counter.

"Thank you very much, Sirius," Molly said with a grin, ready to take her wand to put the cookies on a rack. She had two over when she noticed the boy was still staring at her, and she patted down her hair before turning to him. "Is something the matter?"

"Shouldn't I get a reward?"

"I'll give you a cookie when they're cooled."

"I mean---a better reward?" Molly's eyes widened as the realization hit her, and Sirius' face fell. That was when she heard the snickers from the kitchen doorway, the one leading into the back yard. She turned quickly and recognized James Potter and Frank Longbottom, both giggling like maniacs at the sight.

"OUT, OUT!!!!" and she managed to send her spatulas (yes, plural) after the boys and into the yard.


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