the_debt_of_time

"Language!" Molly Weasley snapped as she came walking into the hallway.
"Honestly. Sirius, you're supposed to be setting an example for the children." She shook
her head in disappointment at him before turning to Remus and smiling sweetly. "Hello,
Remus, dear, how are you?"
Sirius scoffed. "How come he doesn't get—?"
Remus grinned, unashamed over the obvious favouritism. "I'm wonderful Molly,
it's good to see you."
"Would you like something to eat?" she asked as she and Remus both ignored Sirius's
pouting. "I put a stew on for dinner, but I'm sure I could fix up a sandwich or two for you
while we're waiting."
Remus shook his head. "Oh, I don't want to be any trouble."
"No trouble at all, dear," Molly insisted, patting him on the shoulder before
shuffling down toward the kitchen.
Remus turned to head after her but was stopped when Sirius took a hold of his
robes and yanked him back. "Not so fast, Moony. I need you to play fetch first." He
reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a small bag of coins. "Take this money
and get Christmas presents for everyone. Something real good for Harry. Decent defence
books maybe. He's already got the best broom on the market. And Christmas decorations,
too. I've sent Dung out to get a tree."
Remus grinned, the line between his brows softening. "Sounds nice. I don't
remember having a good Christmas since―"
"When Prongs proposed to Lily," Sirius finished with a smile. "I'd say it's about time
we start making good memories again, wouldn't you?"