"You're getting Remus a bunch of treats," he said, pretending to pout. "I just shagged
the daylights out of you, quite well I might add if the noises you were making were any
indication. What do I get for all my hard work?"
"You got coffee."
Mia stepped into Sugarplum's Sweets Shop and looked around, glad that she had
come alone. Fully grown men, and yet Remus and Sirius would eagerly empty their
Gringotts vaults to buy out the entire sweets shop. If she did anything these days for the
boys, it was to act as their impulse control monitor.
Loading her basket with Christmas fudge, pumpkin pasties, and Cauldron Cakes,
Mia paid for her treats, took her bags in hand, and headed for the door when a shocking
sight had her stopped in her tracks. There before her was a generously-curved woman
pushing a large pram, followed behind by two young boys, and another on her hip, all with
familiar, flaming red hair.
"Pleeeease Muuuum!" The eldest boy dragged his feet as though he were ready to
throw a tantrum at any moment should his mother give a proper signal. He was tall for his
age, which Mia guessed had to have been about eight. When his mother refused to look at
him, he flung himself to the ground. "If you get me a Chocolate Frog today, I won't ask
for anything else for Christmas!"
"William Weasley." The witch turned around and put one hand on her waist, the
other adjusting the toddler in her grip. Firm eyes settled down at her whinging son,
William—or Bill as Mia would later know him—and set her mouth in a resolute line. "You
get up off that floor right this second, young man! I will not reward poor behaviour!"
"Told you it wouldn't work," muttered a younger boy, who could only be Charlie.
He stood with a pout on his face, dirt on his cheek, and a dragon on his hand-me-down
shirt.
"Muuuum.. ." Bill wailed.
Molly Weasley continued to ignore her son's plight.
"If you don't get me a Chocolate Frog, I'll... I'll... I'll never cut my hair again!"