The Second Black Sister

“I adore sick parties, they’re my favorite kind.” Remus had to laugh at Andromeda as he left her apartment, waving behind him as a form of see you later.

"Thank you, lovely. You truly are the best knight in shining armor I have ever met." She dropped a wink in his direction as she took the bowl of soup and the spoon and moved herself up into a sitting position before she began to eat. "Sounds good," She grinned at him. "You sure it isn't melted?" She cocked her head to the side before patting the spot next to her on the futon. "Make yourself at home, hun." She gave him a smile.

Remus watched her with a raised eyebrow and then began to shake his head quickly. “I’m not feeling that good myself today and the class I was about to attend is the most overrated one I’ve ever experienced.” Fishing in his pocket for his car-keys, Remus twirled them around his fingers and walked backwards in direction to the door. “I’m going to get some ice-cream, medicine maybe, do you want some hot soup? I’m not overly good at cooking but I could maybe get it as a form of takeout.” Shrugging his shoulders, he pointed at her. “Don’t leave, are we clear?”  

Andromeda heaved a sigh at that. "Well fine, I suppose if you aren't feeling well then we can just have a sick party." And she wasn't going to deny that it would be nice to have someone to take care of her. "Soup sounds good," She admitted rather begrudgingly because of the fact that if he got her soup, he would be spending money on her. And she typically didn't like accepting charity. "Fine, I'm not leaving." She huffed. Instead, as soon as Remus walked back out the door, she hopped up, making the futon she had been sitting on into a bed. And then she padded back to her bedroom and changed out of the jeans and tight shirt and replaced them with a tank top and sweatpants. Finally, she gathered up all her pillows and blankets from her bed and deposited them onto the futon and arranged them haphazardly before she laid down and turned on the television.

“Don’t you have class, Remus.” He mimicked her and then began to grin, leading her right back into her living room. “Yes, I do. I’m not going though, I’m going to take care of you because as it seems you’re just about to rush out again once I left the building, or am I wrong in this assumption?”

Andromeda patiently listening to his assumption before she pursed her lips and made a face. "Well... You aren't wrong. But you should go to class! Not stick around here and be my nurse... That's my job you know. I'll call you if I need my head shrinked, deal?" She smirked lightly as she moved over to the couch and took a seat.

"I see. What on earth are you doing out here, no, you’re going right back into your bed." Remus had to hide his amusement as he placed his hands on Andromeda’s shoulders and turned her body back to the entrance of her apartment, gently beginning to shove.

"Remus-ughh!" She muttered as she was spun around and began to be pushed back into her apartment. "I can't go back to bed. I have class and and work..." She trailed off and then shot him a look. "Don't you have class?"

"I can’t imagine what’d happen to them if you found them. Such a devastatingly horrible thought." 

"It is a horrible thought. I'm a Nursing student, I hate getting sick." She made a face.

[text] I feel like you’re pretending I didn’t bail you out of jail last night for trying to staple a cushion to the top of their car so you had a “comfy place to sit”