Current mood:

quixotic

At last.
It's a gorgeous spring day and I've just spent the past half hour mowing the lawn in the back garden of our new house. I could've done it with magic, but it's so bloody nice outside I figured I'd just push around this charming little Muggle machine my dad found for us. Cut grass smells lovely.

I can't believe, after all this, that we're here. If you'd asked me a few years ago what I'd be doing today I would've guessed I'd either be deep in a tomb somewhere, or dead. Or married to Fleur and working in London for Gringotts, and wondering why everything seemed so colourless and dreary. I never really visualised any other alternative. So to have something I've never even dreamed about -- it's absurd. I feel like laughing. It's like someone's having some great beautiful joke at my expense. Only it's not a joke, it's all real, the end of the war and this little house and Remus and this ring on my finger. My family alive and well, and my kid brother about to leave Hogwarts and get married. And... Tonks.

Tonks is doing something for us that I'll never in my life be able to repay, and I still can't figure out what on Earth we've done to deserve it. She sent us a letter a while ago saying she'd help us if we wanted to have children, if the war ended and all. It seemed like such a far-off dream. But the war's over and one day not too long ago she and I went to London, to St.Mungo's, and sat there all day and went through a whole mess of spells and enchantments and potions and possibly a charm or two. And they've just Owled us to say it's worked.

I'm going to be a father.

I've got to break the news to everyone. A GrandWeasley for my Mum. A Grand-Lupin-Weasley... perhaps we'll give the child both names. I suppose there will be all sorts of pandemonium once my parents get used to the idea that Tonks has offered to be our surrogate mum. Right now, though, I just want to sit in the sun and let it all sink in. Remus is in Hogsmeade at the moment but he'll be home soon, and we've got loads of work to do on the house. A nursery to paint, for one thing. Though I suppose we have nine months to do that particular task.

I imagine I've sunburned my shoulders, sitting out here. Remus will have my hide for that I'm sure. There are worse things. ;)

But the strangest thing of all, on this absurdly brilliant day?

I have absolutely no desire for a smoke.