Chocolate Covered Strawberries [Remus Lupin]

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''I haven't.'' She answered quietly.

She cringed at the paper rustling and she risked a glance at her father, yet he didn't move his glance. The only sound left in the room was Jasmine's own fast beating heart that she heard in her ears and the clatter of the plate where William was eating.

''What are you waiting for then?'' He said monotonly and really not impressed.

Jasmine let out a deep breath through her nose and looked at the doorway that connected the room to the kitchen. Tinker frowned at her, lowered his hand that still held that plate and turned back around to the kitchen. The muscles in Jasmine's stomach were tightening by how much she was hungry. On the train, she only had a few of the sweets off the trolley because she expected to eat at home. I guess that was prevented now. She turned to exit the room with a sour expression when a weird feeling started to inch inside her.

She stopped and looked at her dad. ''Where's mum?''

William stopped making noise after her question and curiously looked at her. Dad didn't waver which only made Jasmine more confused. She took a step further again.

''Where's my mum?'' She asked a bit harsher but at the same time, she feared the answer. The house was too quiet, too empty, too eerie and it did not feel right. Ever since she passed the doorway it did not feel right.

''She's at work.'' Mr Pearson grumbled.

A wave of relief washed through Jasmine as she turned back around and left the dining room. Then it all didn't make sense anymore. Work? Jasmine's mum never worked so late? What is going on? The questions Jasmine knew she'll never get answered, not in this house at least. She ascended the stairs and walked further down the hallway to her bedroom, where she found all her suitcases in a pile and Isla already nested in the middle of her bed.

Jasmine looked from her luggage to the softness of her warm bed but she stepped to the luggage instead. Might as well do what her dad said, she never has anything better to do when at home. How at these times she wished their family had one of those televisions that she saw at the Dixon's apartment. Jasmine didn't like to read, she had no idea how to draw, she had no passion for singing or dancing. Well, she did the last one only horribly and only when she was alone in her room, she didn't like to write either so what was she supposed to do.

Their neighbours were either Muggles and dad wanted the whole family to stay away from them or they were wizards but they didn't have kids her age. The only thing Jasmine truly enjoyed was late night talks with her mum and baking in the kitchen when her father wasn't home. She couldn't wait for the weekend to end so her father leaves for work. Come to think of it, now that William's of age, he's going to go work with Mr Pearson as well. Jasmine will have the whole house for herself through the day and she could spend it with her mum on her days off. That brought a big smile to Jasmine's face, just as she was storing her clothes away in the closet.

''What are you smiling about?'' A voice came from the doorway where Jasmine left the door open.

Jasmine tilted her head the way and an even bigger smile spread on her lips at the sight of her mum leaning on the side of it. ''Mum.'' She said happily.

Mrs Pearson opened her arms and invited her daughter in for a hug which Jasmine never refused. Jasmine breathed in the familiar sweet scent of her mum that reminded her of home as she sighed in her mother's embrace.

''I'm smiling because I'm home,'' Jasmine murmured into Mrs Pearson's shoulder. Her mum squeezed her even tighter if that was possible.

''I'm glad your home as well. It's always too quiet without you here.'' Some sadness slipped into her voice.