Tonks walked into 12 Grimmauld Place dancing to music in her head. She was wearing her weird sisters shirt, and had long red hair. She had been gone to the weird sisters concert the night before, and wanted to be normal for a little while. She knew that she would get bored of it by midday, but it wasn't exactly hard to change her hair. She danced into the kitchen and promptly slipped on the rug, falling to the ground.
"Hello Tonks." The voice of Molly Weasley interrupted her thoughts of 'Not again'. Tonks stood up and smiled at Molly.
"Hello." She grinned. "What's for breakfast?" She asked, walking over to get a glass.
"Well you haven't changed much." Came a very familiar voice from behind her. Tonks put the glass down where it would be safe and turned round.
"What the hell are you doing here?" She asked icily. Admittedly she knew that she would have to see him sometime, but she had been hoping that it wouldn't be this soon.
"I could ask you the same thing." He said, sitting there with that stupid smug smile on his face.
"I have every right to be here." Tonks said fiercely. "You however, are not welcome." Molly had been watching the exchange rather confused.
"How do you two know each other?" She asked. The man (no that Tonks would call him that) at the table smirked.
"From school. Nymphie here was the year below me, and on the Gryffindor quidditch team." He said. "Although she never was as good as me." He added.
Nymphadora Tonks walked into the Gryffindor Common Room. The noise of the party hit her full ball. For the second year in a row they had won the quidditch cup. She saw Ellie Jameson dancing on one of the tables, holding the cup above her head. Ellie was two years older then Tonks, but she was one of Tonk's best friends and fellow beater, they joined over their mutual love of quidditch, and mutual hate of male quidditch players. Although if you wanted to play quidditch in this school you had to play with the guys. Thankfully Ellie was captain this year. With a laugh Tonks joined Ellie on the table. They danced together, holding the cup above their heads. Charlie Weasley strode over to them and stood up behind them on the table placing his hands rather low on their hips.
"How about you let the real players take credit for the cup." He said to Ellie.
"Fuck off Weasley, we only won today because of the chasers. You didn't even catch the snitch." Ellie replied.
"Yes, but what do the beaters do?" He asked, easily pulling the cup from their hands.
"Stop the Slytherins from whooping your pretty boy ass." Tonks replied, taking the cup back and giving it to one of the chasers.
"You think I'm pretty Nymphie? How about you and I head up to my-"
"Finish that sentence and you will never, ever even be able to suggest that again." She threatened fiercely. Charlie just smiled at her.
"Come on Nymphie. You know you want to. Come have a go with a real quidditch player. We all know that you did Dom last week. A little pre-match celebration huh?" Tonks slapped him hard on the face, definitely leaving a mark. She turned and tried to walk away, but not before he grabbed her wrist.
"You'll regret that Tonks." He spat out.
"Oooh…I'm shaking in fear." She said sarcastically as she pulled her hand out of his grip and walked
"You always just thought you were better because you were seeker." She sneered. "Why don't you go and fuck one of your precious dragons." She added icily before walking upstairs
Needless to say, Charlie Weasley was left in shock on how much more spunk the previously shy Nymphadora Tonks had.