"Wake the bloody hell up, Nymph!" My two best friends since I graduated Hogwarts Nat Whiteoak and Rosalee Weeds shouted, jumping up and down on my bed.
"Go away wretches!" I snapped pulling the covers back over my head.
"No! You need to get of your lazy arse out of bed, and come have a few drinks with us at the Three Broomsticks tonight!" Nat snapped, yanking the blankets off of me.
"I don't feel like it tonight, girls. Maybe some other time. Sirius just died, and my head is still killing me from the huge fight at the Ministry."
Attempting to pull the blankets back over my body, Rosalee pulled out her wand from her left robe pocket and lifted me off of the mattress and onto the wooden floor.
"That's why you need a drink, my dear." Rosalee giggled, pointing her wand towards my closet and summoned my best Pick-Up-A-Date-And-Go-Out-Partying robe.
"Now get dressed my sister from another mister, we're going to party!" Nat started to dance on my bed, while Rosalee helped me up off of the ground.
"Hey where's the party?" Nat screamed bolting into the Three Broomsticks pub in Hogsmeade Village.
"Ugh please take me home." I moaned hiding behind Rosalee with embarrassment of how my other friend was acting.
"Oh, Dora you know how she gets when we go out. Come on, you'll have a blast." Rosalee laughed leading me towards the bar where Tom the old bartender was looking at us. His expression looked as if we just escaped from Azkaban, glaring at us behind a clean stake of Butterbeer glasses.
I was just about to sit down on an old wooden stool next to Rosalee and Nat, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw in a booth in the right hand corner a familiar face chugging down a glass of Firewhiskey.
"I'll be right back." I slowly walked over towards the booth to find Remus Lupin sobbing over his empty Firewhiskey glass.
"Hey Remus." I said, taking a seat across from him.
"Oh hi, Dora." He replied wiping some tears with the back of his head from underneath his puffy red eyes.
"I know how you feel. He was my cousin and one best mates. I miss him too." I felt a tear roll down the side of my cheek as Remus's shoulders racked with sobs again.
"I'm the last one now."
"I know. It's hard, but we'll get through this. I promise." I replied, gently putting my right hand over his out stretched one.
"You look like you need a drink and I'm all out of mine. What do you say, Tonks? Care to join me for a couple of drinks to wash our sorrows away?" Remus asked waving for Tom to come take our orders.
"How very poetic. I would love to Mr. Lupin. Make it strong please."
"You got it Miss Tonks."
We both started to laugh as Tom slowly hobbled over to our booth from his perch.