She could only wrap his cardigan around her
And think about how cold he would be,
Smell in his stale scent which reminded her
Of thick, old books and the mystery
That surrounded the books and the man.
She could almost taste the hot chocolate;
Warm and comforting like him.
The more she thought, the harder it was
To believe that man so warm
Would ever believe himself to be as cold
As those who surrounded him
A/N: I never planned on writing this but I was feeling creative, so I went with it. I took a few photos, and came up with this: tonksftmemories(dot)tumblr (dot)com/post/936083351/tonks-1995-1996-hbp which I'm happy with aside from the *doh* mistake. I MEANT "AS" NOT "A". Anyways, use your imagination... you're a fan fiction person so that shouldn't be too hard :)
Anyways, thanks for reading, reviews mean more than you probably think, I'll be posting chapter 6 of The New Marauders soon I PROMISE.