the_debt_of_time

"It's so beautiful. We're still unpacking everything."
"She's doing it all the Muggle way," James whinged.
"It's better," Lily insisted, scowling at him. "Mia knows what I mean."
Mia smiled thoughtfully, remembering a time when she did, in fact, enjoy doing
things the Muggle way—as though it connected her to her roots somehow and the world
she'd been born into.
"Actually, the only thing I unpacked by hand was my books," she admitted. "And
that's just because a lot of them are really old, and I wanted to make sure that Sirius and
Remus packed them properly."
While it was nice to have something else in common with her best girlfriend, Lily
knowing that Mia was Muggle-born often became a depressing thought. It had taken the
redhead several months to stop staring at the Mudblood scar on Mia's arm anytime the
Muggle world was even referenced.
"Pads!" James shouted. "Tell Moony to hurry the hell up!"
"That's going to be a problem," Sirius muttered stiffly, hair curtained around his
face as he stared down at a parchment in his hands.
"What's that?" Mia inquired.
He held the parchment out to her. "Remus is gone."
"What do you mean gone?" She drew her focus to the letter now in her hand, the
familiar script calling out to her as it always did. "Pads and Mia," she read aloud, "Sorry, I'll
be missing breakfast this morning. Order business. I would have stuck around to say goodbye, but I'll be
gone for a little over a month, and I know you'd make a fuss. Please don't worry about me. Love,
Remus. What does he mean Order business?"
Her eyes swept over other three in the room, hoping they knew more than she did.
When they all appeared to be just as confused as she was, she began to panic.
"No, no, no." She stood, dropping the letter on the sofa before rushing down the
hallway and into Remus's room. Ignoring the fact that she was intruding on his private
space, she began opening his dresser drawers, moving things aside hoping to find subtle
hints to where he had gone. No clothing was missing, save for his travelling cloak which
he normally hung on the back of the door. She continued digging, searching until she finally
came upon what she was looking for.