Chapter One Hundred Thirty-One
Issues With Propriety
I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation
You're living in the past, it's a new generation
A girl can do what she wants to do and that's what I'm gonna do
(Reputation - Joan Jett and the Blackhearts)September 20th, 1998With Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Molly looking on in utter confusion, Remus and Sirius
jumped toward Mia, the former stepping in between the two witches, while the latter
wrapped his arms around the younger and turned her away from the Weasley matriarch,
yanking her hand out of her pocket to find her palm empty.
Sirius glared briefly at Mia for the ruse, and she grinned slyly at him and winked.
"What in Circe's name is happening?!" Molly demanded, looking apoplectic as she
shook her finger around as though she were unaware to whom she should be directing her
ire. With Sirius and Mia distracted, she settled on Remus. "You had better―"
"Molly," Remus said, his voice calm but his eyes intense. "I'm saying this because I
respect you, and I understand you are confused and upset, but it would
be astonishingly unwise of you to insult either myself or Sirius at this moment."
"I am not afraid of you," she shot back, likely thinking that he was threatening her.
"It's not us you should be afraid of!" Sirius barked, struggling to contain the witch
in his arms who was now, in a fury, trying to turn around to face Molly, the mirth gone
from her.
"Mrs Weasley," Harry jumped in to try and calm the situation down. "Please sit."
"What the hell is everyone shouting about?" Tonks snapped as she walked into the
room carrying a teary-eyed Teddy, who was now sporting black hair. Tonks looked at her
husband, who was protectively guarding Sirius, who was tightly gripping a snarling and
struggling Mia while Molly stood at the other end of the room, a wand palmed securely in
her hand.
"Tonks!" Molly cried, rushing toward her. "Oh, you poor dear! You and Teddy
shouldn't have to see this!"