"First" Fight: #94 Allergic

“This isn’t going to work,” Remus sighed heavily and stared into the closet.
“Dora!”

Tonks padded out of the bathroom and peered into the closet too. “I think you’re picking a fight with me.”

“Nothing?” He disappeared and emerged holding a pile of wrinkled t-shirts. “You can’t store clothes on the floor of the closet!”

She took the t-shirts from him. “I like them there, Remus. Carefully wrinkled and aged to perfection.”

“Dora,” he started to fold a t-shirt, only to have her snatch it back from him.

She threw them all back into the closet. “I’m allergic to cleaning.”