"Wotcher Sirius! Beautiful morning, isn't it?" Tonks said, cheerfully bouncing into the kitchen. She tripped over a chair and steadied it in the same movement, laughing a little at her clumsiness. She hummed to herself as she started making a cup of tea; it was an old Muggle tune that her Dad always sung to her mum. After dumping the contents of the sugar bowl into her cup, she turned around to find Sirius gaping at her over his mug. She beamed fondly at him, fondness for her cousin rushing over her. She danced over and took a seat next to him at the table.

"Did you sleep well?" She took a sip of hot tea; its lemony sweetness warming her up from the inside. She let out a little sigh of pleasure, reveling in its simple goodness. When she looked up, Sirius was still gaping at her like a stunned goldfish. "What?"

"Give it up," he said abruptly.

"Give what up?" She said innocently, taking another sip of her tea. She knew that tone of voice annoyed him, but in all honestly, she had no idea what he was referring to.

"Doxy droppings? Crushed dragon's scale?" She laughed as Sirius's implications sunk in.

"Don't be stupid, I'm not using drugs. Why would you think that?" Sirius drummed his fingertips on the wooden table, his expression still highly suspicious.

"You're too happy. It's weird." Tonks laughed out loud.

"Well, isn't every day a miracle?"

"You don't believe in that crap."

"It's a fresh start to the week."

"You hate Mondays."

"At least there's lovely weather."

"It's raining outside."

"I like the rain."

"You're afraid of water."

"It makes it cozy inside."

"The fire's out."

"I've had a lovely breakfast." Sirius looked pointedly at the empty table.

"You haven't eaten anything." Tonks laughed at him and danced over, clattering her cup into the sink.

"Oh stop being so cheerful Sirius, you're making me mad." Sirius followed her and leaned against the counter top as she ruffled through her Auror papers.

"Whatever it is, I'll find out," he said.

"Oh Sirius, you're the best cousin ever!" She beamed him one last smile before she threw her arms around him, hugged him tightly, and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Bye! I'll be back for dinner!"

In a flash of black robes and shock of pink hair, she whirled out the door, giving him one last wave.

After she left, Sirius stood slightly shell shocked in her wake, shaking his head slowly. After a full minutes, he drifted back into his chair, muttering to himself. "Fairy dust? Pissed-at-Men-Syndrome? Nah, I feel violated after that assault."


A/N: Hey guys! First fanfic here. Reviewers get virtual cookies :)