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For R/T Challenge 07
Title: Shave
Word Count: 432
Rating: PG
Summary: It’s amazing how an empty toilet paper roll can bring so much joy.
Remus always shaved the muggle way, letting the razor glide smoothly across his skin in the most soothing rhythm. He always woke up a tad bit earlier than Nymphadora, who would always frown and pout in her sleep when he left, just for fifteen minutes of peace. Not that he hated her colorful chaos; he just needed some time every day to be blank.
Today was not any different. Remus detangled himself from the messy pile of limbs in result of last night’s passion to leave for the cool tile of the bathroom floor. The light flickered on as he moved for the sink and pulled out the cream and razor. He blissfully sighed and applied the minty cream to his face. Remus let it set for roughly two minutes before sliding the razor across his cheek. He let his eyes close and focus on the movement of his hands across his chin and cheeks for several long strokes.
“Shit!” His eyes flew open to the sharp sting of pain. A dollop of blood red was contrasting so brilliantly painful to the white of the cream. He bent down to wash the cream from the surrounding area, flinching as the acidy properties of the cream burned in the wound. Standing straight, Remus examined the cut closer in the mirror. It wasn’t too bad. But he had left his wand in the bedroom, and a trip back in there would surely wake Nymphadora. A piece of toilet paper would do fine.
But there was one problem, there was no toilet paper. Remus pursed his lips as the empty roll seemed to taunt him, small specs of toilet paper still clinging to its thin cardboard.
She had forgotten to replace the roll.
She had forgotten to replace their roll.
As he lifted the roll of cardboard and turned to the door, Remus couldn’t stop the grin that seemed to stretch from someplace indescribable inside of him. He was going to nag her about their toilet paper, Nymphadora would probably grumble about him being ‘a fuddy-duddy ol’ codger’ and they’d bicker and maybe not speak for a while which would turn into kissing and falling into each other.
So when he takes his thin night shirt off and presses it against his chin to stem the blood flow and puts away his shaving supplies; fully noting his half smooth face, he doesn’t care one bit that his 15 minutes has been interrupted or that he would have to go to the store to get more toilet paper because she surly did not stock up.
Because had toilet paper to worry about together, and it was the greatest thing in the world.