Remus at last relented to the boy’s begging, handing little Harry the box filled with watermelon slices.
“But be careful, don’t get your things dirty,” he cautioned, despite knowing it was probably hopeless anyway.
At least if the boy had his snacks now, it meant Remus could focus on gathering the rest of their things for the trip back home. They had to be at the station in twenty minutes, and he did not want to be two hours into a train ride to Wales when he remembered he’d forgotten something important like his wallet or, heaven forbid, Harry’s favorite teddy in London.
His ruffling through the bag was accompanied by the loud crunching and smacking of a watermelon being eaten, and the happy giggling that always came from Harry whenever Padfoot was around.
Being sure they had thought of everything, he turned back around, only to be witness to the dog taking a big bite from a half-eaten slice of watermelon from the boy’s hand, crunch his way through it, juice tripping out of his mouth (probably more landing on the floor than in his stomach), and then sloppily lick Harry’s face.
The little boy was obviously delighted by Padfoot’s shenanigans as always, giggling almost hysterically.
By the state of them both, that’s what had been happening the whole time Remus had been the responsible adult and guardian. Harry’s face, hair and clothes were smeared with juice and slobber, and Padfoot’s fur looked no better, his whole head and neck visibly wet.
“Padfoot,” he warned, and the dog at once stopped licking the little boy’s face to look at Remus with attentive ears and big, innocent eyes. The dog licked his lips, gathering up some of the juice still dripping from his muzzle, and swallowed, so painfully obviously guilty of his crimes.
Remus was about give him a stern lecture, he really was, but then he just sighed, defeated.
It was already too late anyway.
Nothing else to do but wipe them clean so they looked at least half-presentable and hope for the best.
A dirty child was a happy child, or whatever it was they said.
they should invent a new type of "staying in bed for 2-3 hours after you wake up repeatedly opening and closing apps on your phone" where it makes you feel awesome and energized and emotionally fulfilled
no idea if it's my hormones, what I've seen in the news lately, the weight of living the past few years, or just because it's Judi Dench...but this impromptu performance really made me cry for a good ten minutes, no kidding.
"Alright, Mike, I've got everything set up for Horror Movie Night and a lot of candy to go with it." Harvey proved this by holding up a bowl that had so much candy in it that it was stacked like a pyramid.
"Also..." Harvey put the candy bowl on the counter. He reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a headband that had werewolf ears on it. "You're a werewolf pup now."
Harvey didn't give Mike a chance to respond before he put the ears on his head. He smirked a bit and said, "There, perfect."
Mike couldn't help the laugh that escaped him when he saw the ears and he opened his mouth to reply but he didn't get a chance to before Harvey was already putting the ears on his head.
He didn't look the slightest bit bothered, if anything, his smile seemed to grow.
"Seems like we both had the same idea." He commented and reached into his messenger bag, pulling out a cheap little batman mask before quickly plopping it on Harvey's face before the other could even try to stop him. His grin was huge as he stepped back to check his work.
"Now, keep in mind that you always said the big dog is the one who has to clean up the puppy's mess." Mike started before diving into the candy bowl excitedly, digging a few pieces out and making a mess on the counter. He crammed a few pieces of chocolate into his mouth and gave Harvey a big ol messy grin.
"Happy Halloween, Harvey."
Saw a reddit post today about a girl who was upset that her childhood best friend replaced a photo of the two of them in his wallet with one of him and his girlfriend. And while yeah, she was being unreasonable with a lot of what she was saying, I totally understand the sadness of a friend "replacing" you with someone they have romantic feelings for. Makes it worse when the top comment is this
Every single comment on this post is about how family and romantic relationships always take precedence over friendships. I don't have anything more to say to this aside from the fact that... this is why it's hard for aroaces to imagine futures for themselves. Society drills it into your head that you're going to live in a world where you are no one's priority if you don't have romantic relationships and it fucking sucks