the_debt_of_time

She knew the full moon would rise the following night, and Remus needed his
energy. Despite not feeding herself, aside from the few bites of toast that James had sent
her way, she immediately went into precise, practised actions. She poured pumpkin juice
into a tall glass and set it in front of Remus before reaching across Sirius for the large
platters of bacon and sausage, loading Remus's plate with protein and fresh fruit. Once
filled, she set it down in front of him.
She hardly noticed it when Remus fixed her breakfast in simultaneous silence. He
poured her a small cup of tea, adding one cube of sugar, and pushed it across the table.
The two worked in tandem, as he casually reached over her arms to set a bowl of porridge
down in front of her.
"Sorry," Remus muttered as he spotted a raspberry in the midst of the fruit topping
of the warm porridge, settled in the midst of blueberries. He reached over and plucked
away the offending fruit, tossing it into his mouth.
As the two began to eat, the rest of the group stared in absolute silence.
"What?" Remus and Mia muttered at the same time.
James blinked. "That's... creepy."
Sirius laughed. "You've never seen it before? They've been like this for months."
Remus and Mia promptly rolled their eyes and ignored the continued jokes and
stares as they turned back to their food. When Mia casually touched a piece of the toast
that James had given her, Remus reached over Peter's seat, snatching up a jar of marmalade
and scooting it across to her without even looking.
James looked positively perplexed by the behaviour. "You two develop mind-speak
or something?"
Mia smirked, swallowing a bite of her toast. "Don't be jealous, Jamie. Just because
Remus is my best friend doesn't mean you're any less my big brother."
"What the hell does that make me?" Sirius pouted.
Mia stared at him incredulously. "Usually? A pain in my arse that has somehow been
tethered to me for eternity."
Sirius winked at her, not bothering to flinch when James reached across the table
to thump him on the side of the head. "I didn't know you cared, kitten."
"What about me?" Peter asked, his tiny, watery eyes meeting Mia's blinking gaze.
She returned her attention to her food, ignoring him. If you can't say anything nice...