Author's Note: Written for…

Every Wolf Deserves a Star, Wolfstar Competition. Prompts: next-gen, flabbergasted, mention the Weasleys

The Talk

"Daddy, Papa, we need to talk," the dark-haired girl said firmly as she stood in front of the couch where her fathers sat.

"Can we discuss this without you blocking the tv?" Sirius muttered, craning his neck to see around her.

"No. I need you to focus." She reached forward and snatched the remote from his hand, hitting the power button as she did.

Remus frowned as he put down his book. "What's wrong?" Of all his children, Veronica was by far the most confident and bossy which often got her into trouble. The seventeen-year-old took after Sirius in the most unfortunate ways.

"Nothing is wrong," she said, rolling her eyes at him. "I just thought you two ought to know that Freddy's coming over for dinner tonight."

Remus exhaled, relaxing into the seat again. "Oh, honey, your friends can come over anytime."

"Well, he's not coming over as a friend, exactly. We decided it's time for you to meet him as my boyfriend."

Sirius narrowed his eyes at her. "Define 'boyfriend.'" Remus swatted at his arm.

"Don't give me that look," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm giving you two a chance to make a good impression on Freddy."

"Like, flowers and hand-holding and … and kissing kind of boyfriend?"

"Sirius, don't."

"I want to know what I'm getting myself into here."

"Well I don't really want to think about it," Remus hissed.

"Can you two guarantee that you're going to be on your best behavior, or should I reschedule?" Veronica went on, undeterred by her fathers' conversation.

Remus looked queasy as he stared up her. "I can't speak for your dad, but I promise I won't try to embarrass you."

Veronica scoffed. "You said that when Danica brought Paul home. And Marcus. And Sean. Honestly, I don't know which is worse: Daddy daring them to a Bertie Botts-eating contest, or you asking them their plans for the next ten years."

Remus opened his mouth to defend himself, but his husband's hand was promptly shoving his mouth closed again.

"I can speak for both of us when I say we will be perfect gentlemen when your suitor comes to dinner," Sirius promised, placing his free hand over his heart.

Veronica's eyes flicked between the two of them suspiciously before she sighed in defeat. "Fine. But if I catch the slightest hint of something inappropriate going on, neither of you will get within a hundred feet of my 'suitors' until my wedding!"

Sirius only removed his hand from Remus' mouth once their daughter left the room.

"What was that? You weren't even a perfect gentleman at our wedding."

"There's more than one way to scare off potential husbands," Sirius told him mischievously. "We do the exact opposite of what they're expecting. Dress robes, nine-course meal. I'm not sure I can get a house-elf on short notice, but maybe I can ask a neighbour to play butler."

Remus shook his head, flabbergasted at the plan. "You're sure it wouldn't be simpler to just stick with the usual ideas?"

"My love, she's bringing home a Weasley. Not just any Weasley, in fact, but Freddy Weasley. His father owns a joke shop, for Merlin's sake. If there was anyone who constantly expected a prank and knew how to handle himself with them, it's that boy," Sirius said confidently. "Now, do you remember if I have any bowties?"