Candles, Scarves and Sincerity
Nymphadora Tonks paced the marble tile of the front entrance hall. Why was he not home? She knew that there was not much danger after the defeat of Lord Voldemort but the Order of the Phoenix had yet to capture all of the death eaters. Remus Lupin had been assigned to capture Narcissa Malfoy, wife of the most dangerous death eater, Lucius Malfoy. He had been gone for two weeks on a lead that Mrs. Malfoy were hiding in a seemingly deserted castle just outside the town of Wicklow on the coast of the beautiful Irish Sea.
He was due home two days ago and his delay began worry her. He was a strong man with great magical powers but the full moon was approaching. When she realized this she began to panic, for Remus was a werewolf and did not plan on being gone long therefore not bringing any of his potion. Nymphadora then saw a burst of flame in the living room of the small London flat.
"I hate flooing!" announced a deep velvety voice from the floor. On the purple carpet, sprawled out in all his glory was Remus Lupin. Although quite young, his light brown hair was flecked with gray strands only accented but the bits of soot and ash from the dirty fireplace. He sat up promptly, lifting his hat from his eyes.
"Remus!" yelled Tonks attacking him on the floor.
"Hello my lovely!" said Remus embracing the young woman tightly. His lips delicately brushed hers as they rolled around on the floor. Remus held her against him squeezing the life from her, he loved the way she could morph her body into new and interesting forms whenever she fancied. Although, it could get quite trying.
Once they had set a lunch date at lovely restaurant in downtown London. He was waiting at their table when he noticed her walking toward him, so he stood to greet her, or what he thought was her. Suddenly to the young girl's alarm she was being embraced by a strange man in the middle of a crowded bar. Unfortunately enough for Remus, she had taken self defense lessons. By the time the real Nymphadora Tonks arrived, he was nursing a black eye and a very sore groin.
Currently she had taken on his favourite form. A short shapely blonde with sparkling blue eyes.
"I've made you dinner my dear, but I'm afraid it is now spoiled because of your lateness." she said turning away from him.
A wave of relief fell of Remus. He loved Nymphadora dearly but her cooking was... there were no words to describe her cooking. Let's put it this way, the last time she made kippers and toast he felt as though he was eating the gray linoleum floor from the Black kitchen.
"Well then, it seems only fair that I buy you dinner." he said graciously helping her off the floor and out the front door.