Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling.
"Remus?"
"Yes, Nymphadora?"
"You stink."
He sighed, not once taking his eyes off The Daily Prophet. It was his day off, and Remus Lupin had been hoping for some well-deserved peace and quiet. Was that really too much to ask?
"Good morning would have been nice."
"Whatever."
Tonks, whose hair was currently an alarming shade of neon green, plonked herself onto a chair next to Remus, almost snapping the chair in the process. She eyed him up and down, taking in his dishevelled hair and shabby suit.
"You've worn that- thing for two weeks in a row, now! You smell like a decaying hippogriff!"
Remus calmly sipped his cup of ginseng tea. He was used to the young Auror's overexcitabilty, everyone was.
"How do you know what a decaying hippogriff smells like?"
Tonks rolled her eyes and pulled a face. "You're a stubborn git, aren't you?"
"You could say that, yes." Although he was still fixated on the newspaper, it was obvious he was stifling a smile. The old wolf was so annoying!
"Could you stop poring over Gilderoy Lockhart's new perfume line for a second and LISTEN TO ME?!" Tonks snatched the tabloid from his hands and yanked him violently towards her. Then she grimaced and quickly pushed him away again, dramatically waving her hand in front of her nose. "Although a liberal spray with the stuff would probably do you good!"
Remus eased himself back into his seat, massaging his left shoulder. Time to say goodbye to the quiet reading time he had planned for the afternoon.
"Alright, Nymphadora," he breathed, holding both hands up in resignation. "What do you want?"
"I want you to get out of those rags and change into something just a bit nicer, for god's sake! Look at yourself!"
An awkward silence arose. Remus shifted in his seat and stared down at the kitchen tiles.
"So?" Tonks gestured. "Go on! Get out of here!"
This statement was followed by yet another awkward silence.
Tonks studied the man beside her with curiosity. Was Remus Lupin... embarrassed?
She moved her chair closer to the furiously blushing man and wrapped her arm around him, reminding herself not to inhale too deeply.
"Alright," she asked in an almost motherly tone. "What's wrong?"
Remus looked up at Tonks' bold leather jacket and ripped jeans, feeling a pang of self-consciousness. She was staring at him eagerly, awaiting an answer.
"Well, you see, the problem is, um, well..."
"Go on," Tonks encouraged.
"I don't actually own any other clothes except for my Order robes. I can't afford it."
Tonks pulled back, visibly shocked.
"Oh, wow. Oh, wow, Remus." She shook her head back and forth, mouth agape. "Why didn't you tell someone?"
Remus shrugged nonchalantly. "It's alright, really. I'm not too big on my appearance, anyway," he said modestly. But Tonks was having none of it.
"I know you don't care what you look like. But that stench you're giving off, now that's going to desensitise my nose, you faggot!"
"So?"
Tonks stood up abruptly and glared at the grinning werewolf. "Very funny. That's it, we're going shopping!"
Author's note: Hi, I'm 13 and this is my first attempt at writing any sort of fanfiction, so if it's bad I'm sorry! Chapter 2 is coming soon so please review, constructive criticism is appreciated, thank you!
