Tonks was sitting silently in her office just staring at some paperwork that wasn't doing itself. She was in no mood to do it though. The previous night had been the full moon and Remus hadn't gone back to Grimmauld Place. At least, he hadn't been in his room that morning and nobody had seen him.

The mousy-brown haired witch was worried sick about him. She knew she shouldn't have been worrying. He had told her not to. He hated knowing that she was worrying about her. But that wasn't the point; she would always worry about him, especially on a full moon. She loved him, even if he wouldn't let her.

The door to her office opened and a man stood in the doorway watching her. This wasn't the normal behaviour for this young witch. No. Something was definitely wrong. She was normally so alery, so happy, so energetic. She was normally the one making all the jokes, causing havoc and generally making the place an enjoyable environment to work in. But not that day. That day, she was sitting alone in her office. And her hair was dull. Something was definitely not right.

"Tonks?" he said in a questioning tone, almost as if he didn't even believe it was her. When she didn't look up, he entered the room and closed the door behind him. "Tonks, what's wrong?"

Seeing the movement from the corner of her eye, Tonks' head shot up suddenly and she saw the form of one of the head aurors, Kingsley Shacklebolt, standing there in front of her. "Oh, wotcher Kingsley," she said, a forced and noticeably weak smile appearing on her lips.

"What's wrong?" he repeated his question, knowing full well the younger witch hadn't heard him before.

"Nothing," she replied as a sigh escaped her lips. She picked her quill up and scrawled a few signatures, putting the files to one side. "I'm just tired," she added, wanting to get him off her back. She just wanted to be left alone. She didn't want to be told 'Oh, he's probably fine' because whether that was true or not didn't matter in her eyes. She had to see him to be sure he was fine. Normally, yes, he was fine. But she had a horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach this time, and it was telling her something was wrong.

Kingsley was far from convinced but he didn't want to force her to talk if she didn't want to. Instead, he took the pile of files from her desk, knowing he too would have to sign them as they had worked on most of their cases together recently. It was that reason that Kingsley was so worried about her; she was effectively his partner now, even though he didn't know a lot about her. If she couldn't fight when she was needed to, it could be the end of both of them. And she had a whole life ahead of her still. He didn't want her to die because of one day being rather lapse.

Still, they weren't going to have to go on any patrols or missions that day anyway. Maybe she just needed some time alone. And so, he left her alone as she seemed to want. "My office door is always open, okay?" he told her, making sure she was definitely listening this time.

Tonks looked up again and nodded, "Thanks, Kingsley, but I'm fine," she said, nodding to him once again as if trying to convince herself as much as him. She watched Kingsley leave and sighed. That man always seemed to know when something was wrong. He was too intelligent for his own good sometimes.

She told herself at that point that she had to get 50 more files signed by lunch time and then she would go back to Grimmauld Place in her lunch hour to see if he had returned. At least that way she would be able to settle her mind more, and hopefully he would be there and he'd be fine. Maybe he just got back late? Yeah. That must be it.