"We get to rescue Harry Potter, we get to rescue Harry Potter, we get to rescue Harry Potter…" Tonks skipped down the front steps of Grimauld place, broomstick in hand, into the cool summer night. They were headed to a nearby park where they figured they could leave without anyone noticing. Not that muggles noticed much anyway.
"Nymphadora, please," Remus emplored yet again, "please stop singing." He grabbed her hand holding the broom. "And we're supposed to blend in." he tapped her broom with his wand, shrinking it. Scowling, she put it in her cloak pocket.
"Spoilsport." She grinned, and began humming the same tune. Remus rolled his eyes, looking over at Kingsley and Mad-eye desperately. They were in silent fits of laughter.
"Please?" he begged again. She just laughed, and hummed even louder, dancing on ahead. Remus sighed. It was going to be a long night. Thank Merlin they weren't walking all the way to Surrey.