outage
Remus was watching the television? (Is that what it’s called?) downstairs. Some silly Muggle program. Sirius laughed to himself, thinking of the few shows that had tried to portray what being a wizard was like.
He continued making tea in the kitchen. He had just put the kettle on, waiting for it to heat. He hummed the tune of some stupid jingle that had gotten stuck in his head, toying with the loose bun that was tied to the back of his head.
He jumped up, sitting on the counter, while he waited. Remus would surely chide him for it if he saw him. Sirius went over his day in his head. It was Saturday night, he and moony had a lazy day. They stayed home watching Disney movies. (Remus vowed to make Sirius watch every single one after learning he didn’t get to watch them as a kid) (stupid posh parents)
The kettle shrieked, scaring the living daylights out of him before he smiled at his own stupidity. He (very carefully) jumped down to take the kettle off the stove.
He took 2 mugs out of the cabinet. (One for him and one for Remus) He poured the water, slowly he remembered. (Last time he did it fast and it splashed up and burned his wrist) Quickly finding his favorite tea (Green tea) and Remus’ (Earl Grey) before placing both of the bags in, letting them seep.
He poured sugar into his, (as if his chaotic being needed it) A respective amount. (Mhm sure, totally not like 4 scoops worth)
He felt today was a good day, a better one then he’s had in a while. Just him and Re, content and wasting the day away together. No work, no order business, just them.
It was around 9 at night now. Outside was dark with the exception of the street lights that lit their neighborhood. The two of them had gotten a flat near muggle London, closer to the bookstore that Remus worked at.
They often got take out (like they did today) from the small Chinese restaurant from down the street. It was a family owned business. (which may have been why they liked it so much)
It was owned by a small family, a mum, dad, their two daughters, and a younger son. The mom was super sweet, knowing them both by their names as they were regulars there. The daughters (twins) were hard working who helped out whenever they could.
It was funny to then that they looked so similar, but had completely different personalities. One of them resembled the mum perfectly while the other resembled the dad. (They each had a mini me it seemed like)
Their dad was good friends with them. Sometimes he and Sirius would watch the “big sports game” that went on that week together. (Sirius had found a liking to certain sports, comparing it to quidditch when he and Remus were alone.)
He had read a number of the same books that Remus had, the two of them making references left and right, that Sirius was having trouble keeping up with. He was a smart and funny guy, let loose and free spirit, but at times he could get so focused and drown the rest of the world out.
The son was a mix of them both. He was 13 ( 2 years younger than the girls). Super kind and level headed, but also had that furious calm like his father that made him stand out. He had his dad’s eyes, which was what Remus noticed immediately.
They liked going there. (They also always got free egg rolls, but that was just a bonus)
It was nice seeing them work as a family, welcoming people with open arms.
He turned, realizing he left the stove on.
“Wait, shit,” he mumbled to himself, shutting it off quickly. “That could’ve ended horribly.” A small chuckle escaped through his lips before he placed the kettle back down. He’d deal with it later when it was cooled off.
Picking up both mugs, he padded back towards the living room to Remus.
That is until the lights flickered off.
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Remus scrolled through the TV guide, channel surfing while he looked for something for him and Sirius to watch. He figured he could find a comedy, or some cheesy romance film, keep the mood of the daylight.
No such luck.
He sighed, clicking various buttons on the remote to see if they had anything recorded. Suddenly, the TV shut off with a click, the AC and lights following right after it. He furrowed his eyebrows, watching the lights die out in front of him.
At first, the only sound being crickets that chirped outside.
Then, he heard the distinctive sound of mugs crashing to the floor, a small thud followed by a weak cry.
“Remus.”