Chapter 23
The players were in the air by the time Remus spotted Sirius, sitting high up in the stands. Sirius’ long curls whipped around in the wind and his face was twisted in a scowl that even the most loving part of Remus’ brain couldn’t label as anything other than ‘troll-like’.
Treading on toes and apologising all the way, Remus made his way over. “Alright Padfoot?” He sank down on the wooden bench, wincing at the lack of cushioning charm.
“Not really.” Up close, Sirius looked even more grumpy.
“Oh. Anything I can-”
“No.”
“Right.” Remus nodded towards the players, still circling in the air. “So they’ve not started yet?”
“No they fucking haven’t,” Sirius hunched in on himself even more, eyes still fixed on the players.
“Have you seen-”
“Dad!” a cheerful shout announced Teddy’s arrival, swooping down to grin at the pair of them. “You made it!”
“Hullo Ted, course I did.”
“Brilliant!” The aqua-haired teen did a loop-the-loop. “Can you do a warming charm on Dad? He’s not letting me do one and the game is about to start.”
“I don’t need a warming charm,” Sirius snapped, shoulders up around his ears and hands shoved deep in the pockets of his leather jacket.
“At least get him a hot chocolate or something, yeah?” Teddy happily ignored Sirius, giving Remus a quick salute before flying off to join their teammates.
“Blue looks bloody awful with yellow and black,” Sirius yelled after them. Teddy didn’t even pause, a faint chuckle floating back towards the stands.
“So shall I-”
“No you fucking shall not,” Sirius was now hunched to the point where his chin was practically touching his breastbone. “Tell me this, Remus, why, decades after graduating, why do I find myself back at this forsaken pitch, watching miserable youths-what are you doing?”
Remus had wrapped an arm around Sirius and was now casting a complicated warming charm. “Hmm?” he murmured, putting away his wand and pulling out a flask. “Oh, that charm was for me. Sorry if it’s bothering you.”
“You’re cold?” Sirius asked, twisting from his new position between Remus’ legs, back pressed to Remus’ chest.
“Afraid so,” Remus smiled. “Hot chocolate, my love?”
“I know what you’re doing,” said Sirius, accepting the steaming cup.
“Cuddling my boyfriend while our first born kicks Slytherin arse?” Remus smiled down at Sirius, tapping their cups of hot chocolate together. Sirius snorted and returned the gesture, eyes fond and frown almost gone.
“I suppose,” he turned back around to watch the game. “Right then Moony, I suppose we should probably do some cheering.”