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“sirius, i’m stuck,” fleamont called out, tapping the crossword with the tip of his pen. “shade of sky blue, nine letters. come here.”
drying his hand as he came out of the kitchen, sirius sat on the armrest, looking at the paper. “cerulean.”
“doesn’t that have eight letters?” fleamont asked, pushing his rectangle-framed glasses up his nose.
“it can also be spelled as caerulean,” sirius said, leaning forward and pointing to a word at the top of the page. “that’s loquacious; overly chatty,” and gesturing the one somewhere in the middle-right , “demure; modest and reserved. so, not like james.”
fleamont chuckled as james put his hands on his hips in the kitchen.
“as if you’re particularly demure,” he retorted, accentuating the last word right as his mother gave him a look. james leaned down for her to kiss his cheek; euphemia patted it affectionately.
“i’ll be out to buy some groceries for dinner,” she said, “i should be home in about an hour or so.”
fleamont stood up, groaning as he peeled himself off the armchair. “oh, no, the boys and i are going to take care of that,” he smiled, as sirius and james headed towards the door, bickering, “right boys?”
both of them nodded, their topic of conversation shifting. fleamont put an arm around his wife and kissed her cheek, as james gagged and sirius chuckled at him.