Hey people, I know I forgot to put this part in my last story, but I'm forgetful like that…anyway, this is something I started writing…and the just kept on going. It isn't all that long, but there will be more. This is just chapter numero uno on our tour through the life of, well, you know, people as that is what we do here at But I think I've talked enough, read it and see for yourself what I'm going on about. (oh, and please, if you can find the time, review. I can't get any better if you don't tell me what I'm doing wrong, and yes, I do encourage you to tell me what I'm doing wrong, because we ALL want me to get better, right? Good.)

and now we have the disclaimer, which I also forgot last time: Hey, I do not own the characters from Harry Potter...unless I magically became JK Rowling overnight! goes to check in the mirror Nope, still me sigh

She had cleared a small circle among the other dancers. Her shoulder length pink hair was flying all over as she danced, ignoring the world around her. Her eyes were closed tight, letting the music fill her ears, bumping into another person every once in a while, but not noticing long enough to apologize, or even open her eyes. Her black boots left the floor only sometimes, for she knew that if they did so anymore than normal, she would fall over. She always did, but no one here would be able to tell from the way she was moving.

The legs on her baggy green pants flew with her legs, wrapping themselves around the muscled legs, then unwrapping just as quickly. The tank top with BOYS ARE ICKY written in blue letters on the front moved with her body, while the necklace around her neck flew with her head and her body alternately. With an unheard sigh as the song ended, the woman walked over to the long bar along one wall, dropping herself onto a stool.

Spinning around with a grin on her painted lips, the girl ordered herself a can of coke and a straw. Receiving her order from the bar tender and gaining an odd look at the way she was acting and the way she looked, she spun around again, looking out over the floor.

It was a slow song, which was what had prompted her to stop dancing in the first place. The neon colored lights had turned off in favour of soft white lights. Nymphadora Tonks sighed once again. Taking a sip of her coke she watched all the couples dancing slowly. It was quite hard to dance like she did during slow songs.

Looking down the bar her eyes landed on a man sitting several stools down. Of course, one could not blame Tonks' gaze for falling upon him, as his hair was the brightest shade of red imaginable. With a grin, she walked over to him. Sitting down next to him she nodded a greeting.

"Who would have thought? The second oldest of Molly's, actually allowed in a club." She said, gaining the man's attention. "Tonks." He said, turning towards her. "I'll let you in on a little secret. I snuck out." The man said, with the air of someone younger, telling a friend about something bad they did. "I'm sure you must have, Charlie Weasley. And what a horrible thing to do to your dear old mother." Tonks scolded, taking another sip from her coke. "With the twins, I think she probably hasn't noticed I've left yet." Charlie grinned, thinking about what mayhem the twins had probably caused since he had left.

The music changed a moment later, and, in Tonks' mind, it wasn't a moment too soon. "Finally!" she cried, standing up, and abandoning her empty coke can on the table. Grabbing Charlie by the hand and without a word, she hurried back out to the dance floor. Charlie, taken by surprise, allowed himself to be dragged along behind, looking slightly stupid, he knew.

Once again Tonks' eyes were shut to the outside world, except that this time, one person was inside her small bubble. Her hand held tight to that of the man before her, pulling him all over as she danced. Charlie eventually started to dance as well, pulling on Tonks' hand as much as she pulled on his. Tonks opened her eyes and grinned, slowing her movements enough to hear Charlie's next words.

"So, boys are icky, huh?" he asked, with an all too fake sad look on his face.

"Very." Tonks confirmed.

"All of them?" Charlie asked.

"Yes. All of them." Tonks said, a hard look on her face, but her eyes smiling.

"Well. That is very distressing." Charlie said. "What can we do about that?"

"Nothing." Tonks said simply, starting to dance more wildly as a new song came on.

Charlie paused, confused before continuing to dance, resolving to question further later.

The two continued to dance until another slow song came on. They went to sit down at the bar and Tonks got another can of coke.

"You realize you can get sugar high of those." Charlie stated.

"Wait…isn't that the point?" Tonks asked, confused as to what else someone would drink coke for. "Well. I suppose that's what most people drink it for, myself included, but I think it's supposed to have something to do with the taste. Although why anyone would drink coke for the taste is beyond me." Charlie explained.

Tonks paused. "Right." She said. "Hey, do you-"

"Do you want to dance?" asked a girl walking up to Charlie. Charlie paused a moment, looking at Tonks who nodded. Charlie noticed she looked slightly more depressed than she had, but thought nothing of it, walking off with the girl.

Tonks paused, unsure of what to do. She had been about to ask the same thing. She was sure she should have been sending off waves of feminine energy, telling other girls to back off. She was sure! But apparently this girl couldn't read waves. Tonks sighed, watching Charlie dance with the girl. She then shook her head. What was she doing? Since when did I she /I care who…or in this case what Charlie danced with? She never had before.

Tonks watched, slightly bewildered at the fact that she cared, as Charlie and the girl got closer as they danced. Finally Tonks snapped. With an angry little "humph" she stood up and left, pink hair swaying behind her.

Walking down the street outside, looking for a place to disapparate, Tonks questioned what she had done. I Why did I nod? I could have just shook my head and he would have stayed with me. /I she told herself angrily. I Why does it matter? Since when do I care what Charlie does, or whether he leaves or not? Most importantly, why the hell did I leave? What could have possibly made me leave? /I

Tonks paused as a vision of Charlie kissing that horrible girl flashed across her mind. I Oh ya. /I Tonks continued to a park, a video of the girl asking Charlie to dance, her nodding, and Charlie leaving playing over and over in her mind. A sigh escaped her lips as she found a place to disapparate.

Tonks appeared in a small grove of trees a few blocks from her small apartment building. Walking the few blocks to her apartment only allowed for more time to play the video in her mind. Over and over, those same three actions. Ask, nod, and leave. So simple, yet so painful. Tonks unlocked the door to her small apartment, collapsing on the torn up couch and letting herself fall asleep there.

"Do you want to dance?" the girl asked over and over. Charlie left with her at Tonks' nod. She tried to call after him, but he didn't hear her. The mascara she had worn especially for him ran down her cheeks, carried on her tears. "Do you want to dance?" Tonks shook her head, Charlie left anyway, a scornful laugh on his lips. The girl smirked behind him. "you'll never be good enough." She said, in that self righteous voice. The tears were falling thick and fast now, and all Charlie did was stand and laugh.

Tonks woke with a start. That wasn't how it happened. She hadn't cried, although she had felt like it. Charlie had only left because she told him to. He would never laugh at her, not even when she tripped down the stairs. The girl wasn't trying to be mean to Tonks, however it may have seemed to the woman, and she hadn't worn mascara simply for Charlie. In fact, she hadn't worn mascara at all.

Tonks shook her head and went to get some water from her cramped kitchen. Splashing some on her face, she looked in the mirror over the sink. She thought back to the girl who had asked Charlie to dance, comparing her face to that of the girl. In Tonks' opinion, she was no comparison for the girl. Her pink hair, which she had lengthened for the feeling of it flying around her head promptly shrunk back to it's usual spiky short appearance.

Even with her hair back to normal, she looked nothing as beautiful as the other girl. A single tear slid down Tonks' cheek, making a slightly darker spot on the white of her top. Looking down at it and thinking back to conversation she had had with Charlie, she pulled it off quickly, walking into her small bedroom.

Throwing the top under the bed, she pulled out a large green sweater and togged it on over her head. She was the sweater she always felt miserable in. It had nothing to do with the top itself, but she always put it on when she was sad. It being so big and warm, it always made her feel better. Always, except for this time.

Charlie had left the girl standing alone on the dance floor. He had caught sight of Tonks leaving and had attempted to go after her, but she was walking very fast for some reason. With a confused look on his face he attempted to get her attention "Tonks!" he yelled after her, but apparently even using the voice he used to yell over dragons, she was too far ahead. With a sigh, he turned the other way, passing the club and continuing on to the place he had apparated to get there in the first place.

Alright, so, that's it for chapter one, and if you liked it or hated it, lemme know so I can change in the future to better suit your needs…not like that…you get what I'm saying, right? Never mind, just review and I'll stop talking, I promise…well…okay, maybe not, but you won't hear me anymore and that's always good…right?