the_debt_of_time

She ignored him and looked up at her mother. "I'd have to also factor in leap years
and the occasions of blue moon occurrences. Do we have any Arithmancy books I haven't
read yet?"
Remus let out a laugh as though he had been holding one in for a long time.
Mia sighed as she placed the cups and teapot on a nearby table, kneeling down in
front of Remus, taking his hands within her own. "I've told you repeatedly, I am not afraid
of you. You will not infect me. You will not hurt me. How was last night?"
"Worst moon of my life," he admitted and turned to the side, showing a new scar
that ran the length of his cheek. "I was so worried about you."
He exhaled slowly, frowning at how tiny her hands were in his. Our job, Sirius had
said, Our job to protect her. Remus had thought he failed.
"All right, ladies." Mr Potter stood up, groaning as he stretched his arms above his
head. He gently took Mia by the arm, helping her to stand before shooing her back toward
her mother with a gesture. "Back out of the room. Now that this sad business is over with
and the boy is on his way to being happy again, I need to make sure he's not ever too happy."
Mrs Potter rolled her eyes. "Charlus, you're being a little ridiculous."
"I already gave him a good speech, Dad." James said with a grin. "Besides, it's not
like he's anything like Sirius."
Mr Potter laughed. "Thank Merlin for that."
"That reminds me," Mia said with a mischievous smirk and pulled an envelope from
her pocket, passing it over to her mother. "Lily wanted me to show you the kind of letters
that Jamie writes her."
"Mia, no!" James jumped from his seat and dove for the envelope, falling short as
Mrs Potter held it over her head at the last minute, allowing him to collapse face-first into
the carpet.
"Oh James, darling." She frowned as she read the letter that James had apparently
sent Lily. "Your spelling and penmanship are atrocious and as... alluring as Miss Evans's
eyes are, no girl wants to hear that her stare reminds a boy of the grass beneath a Quidditch
pitch." Sighing loudly, she handed the letter to her mortified son. "Take this and try again."
James blinked. "What?"
"I said go to your room, get out some parchment, and try again. Leave out all
comparisons of her attributes to sports, and learn more than one way to tell a girl she's