thattimeofthemonth | Open RP Post

Draco's response about jealousy made Remus chuckle, knowing that most people learned at a young age. He wasn't exactly about to discuss how he had learned all about that with a man so much younger, but a memory did swirl out of the depths of his memory which briefly turned his smile sad.

"No, no need. However, want to try dealing with Muggle money? I can teach you a bit about it, and tomorrow, you can try your hand at it."

Draco gave a hesitant nod. Muggles clothes now Muggle money. He knew he was going to have to eventually learn how to use Muggle money.

"I suppose eventually I'm going to have to exchange a portion of what I have to Muggle money too..."

The thought of having to go to Gringotts was less then appealing. Especially to be seen with exchanging his money.

Remus gave a little wave of his hand. "I can switch it out if you want at another time. Tonks has a friend nearby who's been willing to make the trip back and forth when we're a bit too busy with Teddy. Tonight, just an explanation and show you what it all looks like." He gave an easy smile before he headed up, going into the kitchen to grab a wallet tucked away, putting it down and nudging it towards Draco. "British Pounds."

Draco followed him up gave a curious glance at the wallet and the money inside it. He was glad that he wouldn't have to exchange the money himself. It would save a lot of awkward stares and avoiding Gringotts would be a plus. He picked up the various bills and studied them. This was so different then what he was used to handling.

Everything was so light and the paper felt like it could be easily torn. He preferred the gold over this. Why did Muggles have to make everything so complex.

"Aren't they different in other countries too? The Muggle money?"

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"For some reason, they're different in every country. So strange." He shook his head a little bit, then shrugged. Quietly, he explained what they all were, pulling out some coin that might be more like what Draco was used to except explaining that it was all base, not truly worth anything like the gold of Galleons.

Just gently explaining something that Draco might never had known otherwise in his life.

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.

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