thattimeofthemonth | Open RP Post

Draco found the concept a little harder to grasp. The money felt so foreign to him. Perhaps the fact he was raised to be ignorant to Muggles and their lifestyle--it made it harder for him to understand.

Eventually, he began to grasp how much each bill was worth and how it was handled. This took a lot of concentration from him as he was doing his best to understand and not make mistakes. Only he made quite a few in the process.

Remus, for all how werewolves tended to be thought of, could be quite a patient teacher. Really, he would have been exceedingly good to remain at Hogwarts teaching DADA even if he needed a substitute every so often. He corrected mistakes gently, without trying to make Draco feel foolish, then ended up making a tiny cheat sheet that gave the conversions. He didn't think Draco would need it for long.

It was late when they wrapped up, and Remus leaned back, eyes closing. "I think you have it well enough to be trusted with a bit of Muggle money tomorrow when you go out. Just remember the woman from the soap shop - she can help you out if you get stuck or her husband. Little balding man who always looks like he could use a good meal or three - name of Roger."

"I'll try to remember all of this." Draco said as he tucked the piece of paper in pant's pocket. He then repeated the name in an attempt to remember it.

He was in fact grateful for Remus's patience. As much as he admired his godfather, Snape did not have a lot of patience for mistakes...especially if repeated. His father was the same way. Having the tiny cheat sheet was a relief and he felt a little more confident about it.

Thanking Remus, Draco then headed upstairs to settle down for the night and collect his own thoughts from today's adventures.

In the morning, always early with an infant, Draco would find Remus asleep on the couch with Teddy asleep in the crook of his arm and the television on. Someone had been up in the middle of the night to spare his wife and was still in his ridiculous pajamas and snoring quietly. In his sleep, he looked younger, carrying less of the world on his shoulders.

Upon seeing the two sleeping, Draco did his best to quietly move around the house. He had assumed that Remus would be downstairs, but was surprised to see Teddy as well. The baby must have had a rough night...Draco had been too exhausted to really notice anything. Or Remus got to him before he could disturb the whole house.

He went into the kitchen to prepare some tea. He was starting to get better at preparing breakfast. At least he wasn't burning it Some point he'll be able to surprise his mother that he learned to cook.

Please don't burn the house down, Draco.

The sounds in the kitchen eventually woke Remus up, rubbing his eyes and shifting, realizing where he was and what he was doing and who was in his arm. He rumbled a little bit before he got up slowly, moving to tuck Teddy into the cradle downstairs before he padded into the kitchen, looking tired as he watched Draco for several moments before grunting and plopping himself into a chair. Certainly awake.

He was trying his best not to!

"I have some tea ready if you want some..." Draco greeted, having heard him step in. So much for not waking anyone up.

"Can't promise how breakfast will be..." He gave a sheepish grin. He was trying,

"...hn." Just another grunt before he gestured vaguely towards the stove. "It's on too high. Turn it down." He rubbed his face and pointed towards the counter. "Blue bottle. Pick Me Up Potion. In the tea. Extra sugar." His head ended up on his crossed arms.

He gave a nod and quickly turned the stove down and reached for the indicated bottle. Once he was sure the food wasn't going to burn, he made the tea the way Remus directed with the potion added.

He handed it over to Remus and went back to focus on the frying pan. He didn't bother with any conversation wanting to give Remus some time to get himself together and wake up.

It also gave him time as well. Old nightmares had been the reason why he had woken up so early. He wasn't sure what was bringing them back...possibly all the changes that were happening. It had been an overwhelming week.

Once breakfast was ready, he filled two plates and brought them to the table and joined Remus. This time he managed to not burn anything thanks for Remus's quick pointer.

The tea was already helping. It had been a gift to them when the baby had been born for exactly this reason. He gave a nod of thanks at the tea and the food, but gave a raised eyebrow. Not a breakfast of champions but acceptable. "You're improving quickly," he remarked after a few bites, digging in eagerly.

He was only interrupted by a sound, a faint thumping, before he yawned. "Paper, since we can't get an owl so easily." He got up and retrieved it from the postbox, looking amused as he put a Muggle advertisement for a pizza parlor in front of Draco. "Next thing we can introduce you to."

"I kind of regret not learning earlier...when my mother was trying to get me to cook. I usually found a way to get around it." Draco replied as he studied the flyer that Remus gave him. That explained how they got the mail and the daily paper.

"What's a pizza? Muggles certainly make weird food."

"Just beware neither Tonks or I cook well. We try not to poison one another on a daily basis. It's Teddy I worry about." He chuckled, sounding more awake.

"That's because you haven't had a pizza yet. It looks strange but it's probably their crowning achievement of cooking." He laughed quietly, definitely more awake. "Maybe we'll get one for dinner."

"It's so strange...all this stuff tossed together." He made another face as he looked at the various types of pizzas and what was on them.

Draco did understand about their cooking, having noticed. Although, at first he thought all the take out was just a quick an easy meal because they were so busy...but now he fully understand the actual reason.

"I was surprised that my parents knew how to cook. They always had House Elves to do everything for them and when we lost ours... they worked out what to do.

It was a hard transition and a lot of arguing. They would take turns cooking and share the cleaning...and I was forced to do some of the cleaning too. My mother started to do most of the cooking of late when my father would forget things or mix things up. Or she would supervise the cooking if he put up fight about it."

"Your parents... surprised me, to be honest. I never could have imagined them without House Elves or doing their own work." A pause, then a wince. "No offense meant. It just seemed to be the kind of people they were. But... they do seem incredibly resourceful, beyond what I would have imagined."

"Yeah...well Harry freed our House Elf...but then we learned he kept running off to Harry anyway." Draco replied and looked away finding it a difficult subject.

"Mother blamed my father for being careless. I'm not entirely sure why they didn't get another one."

Harry. Not Potter. Heck of a difference wasn't it? Remus gave a bit of a shrug. He wasn't about to get involved more with that. He imagined Harry and Draco would always be at terrible odds.

"It's better for you to be more self-sufficient. You never know the kind of situation you might find yourself in. Several years back, I ended up without my wand - snapped - and alone in a place I didn't know. At the time, I really had no where to go even if I did Apparate, so I managed among Muggles."

Draco frowned, unsure of how he would handle such a situation. He was so used to having various connections that his father had formed. All he had to do was mention his name and he would get what was needed. Only, now such connections were gone.

"How did you eventually find your way back?...With no magic?" He asked, curious. He knew that Remus was okay with dealing with Muggles and believed that part wasn't the exact challenge. But knowing no one and not having a wand...that was the challenge.

"...I spent nearly a year there. It didn't make too much of a difference, in a way. Muggle money, wizarding money, as long as I could live right? I ended up taking on odd jobs that kept me off the map, but the locals started to trust me. ...In fact, that's where Dumbledore found me."

Draco gave a quiet "Oh..." and could feel his face flush slightly, before looking away. He knew that Professor Dumbledore meant a lot to Remus. He tried his best to hide his own anxiety of the man when his name was brought up.

"That's how you got your job at Hogwarts?" He had been a little surprised to learn this. He didn't know that Dumbledore had went out of his way to look for Remus...and assumed that it was an easier transition then what it actually was.

"It is. Came out of no where. Never was a teacher, never imagined being one either. He convinced me it would be okay and... it might have been." He chuckled, but it was a sad one.

"Considering who we've had as a teacher for the DADA class you were probably one more suited for the job." Draco admitted. No he wasn't trying to flatter Remus, he was actually being honest. Granted when Draco had Remus as a teacher, he didn't show much enthusiasm.

After dealing with all the following teachers (aside from Snape) Remus was a lot more interesting and knew what he was talking about.

He would never forgive Mad Eye Moody for turning him into a ferret...even if that had been an imposer. He didn't quite count as a teacher in his eye. He would take pink hair over being a ferret any day.

Silence followed as he concentrated on his plate of food and tea before it got too cold.

"Well, thank you," Remus said with a touch of bashfulness, giving a wry smile with it. He didn't do all that easily with compliments. Didn't help with Tonks, either. If he had known the thoughts on Mad-Eyed, he would have told Draco that Moody was a better men than most expected but even the real one would have done the same thing to Draco. It was just who he was.

He got through the rest of his plate when he thought he heard a creak from upstairs and gave a quite chuckle. "I think the dead have risen," he pointed up.

Impostor or not...being turned into a ferret was not something Draco appreciated. Not to mention, he was rather terrified of Mad-Eyed.

Tonks gave a groggy greeting as she went over to the coffee pot. She had been grateful that Remus took care of Teddy for her during the night, valuing as much sleep she could get.

She still wasn't used to seeing Draco up so early, expecting him to have been a late sleeper too. Apparently...not. She did raise an eyebrow at the attempted breakfast.

Tonks only joined them once she had her coffee in hand and it wasn't until the cut was halfway empty was she willing to hold conversation.

This was not a household full of people who woke up easily. Remus appreciated Tonks' desire to sleep in most of the time, but given his terrible sleeping to begin with, it didn't bother him as much to wake up and get Teddy in the middle of the night. He yawned though and let Tonks just wake up as she would.

"Do you have anything in particular today, or would you rather a free day to yourself, Draco?" Remus questioned, brow lifting a little.

"A free day?" Draco thought about it for it a bit. He had been so used to his time being spent on taking care of his parents and being cooped up inside... that the thought of a free day sounded great. He didn't get a chance to really explore the area yet, and he would like to do that.

"Did you need me to do anything first?" He asked before agreeing to the free day.

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