A/N: Of course none of this really belongs to me. Throughout, Brittney, Eyeshadow5746, has saved me from the non-native-speakers grammatical errors. Thanks!! Originally intended as nothing but a first try at a R/T drabble, this grew to a series of ficlets set in the Christmas holidays of the year following OtP. Reviews would be nice.
Tonks' room was empty. Ginny thought she should try the drawing room, sometimes nightmares and worries drove the residents of Nr 12 to doze there in the uncomfortable armchairs rather than lie tossing and turning in bed. Then, following a sudden impulse, acting on something she thought she might or might not know, she slipped upstairs instead, then down two doors in the hallway.
She paused. This was where Professor Lupin lived. The room should be empty, she'd seen him leave early in the morning after a hurried breakfast and a whispered exchange with her mother. Still, knocking lightly, she stepped in in the room. Shimmering light filtered through heavy curtains that had been carefully closed to keep morning light out, dust particles dancing in it's rays.
And she'd been right. At the far side of the bed, on the window side, where Lupin's old dressing gown was slung over the back of a chair and an assortment of scraps of old parchment and books littered both the chair and the bedside table, proclaiming 'someone lives here' much more clearly than the tall wardrobe and bare floorboards on the other side, Tonks had buried her face in a corner of a pillow and snuggled down in the middle of the heap of blankets. At some point she had slipped over, trying to nestle where safe warmth still lingered. Now, she sniffed a little in her sleep.
Ginny looked at her, then a satisfied grin replaced the momentary wistful look on her face, and she spoke.
Tonks' room was empty. Ginny thought she should try the drawing room, sometimes nightmares and worries drove the residents of Nr 12 to doze there in the uncomfortable armchairs rather than lie tossing and turning in bed. Then, following a sudden impulse, acting on something she thought she might or might not know, she slipped upstairs instead, then down two doors in the hallway.
She paused. This was where Professor Lupin lived. The room should be empty, she'd seen him leave early in the morning after a hurried breakfast and a whispered exchange with her mother. Still, knocking lightly, she stepped in in the room. Shimmering light filtered through heavy curtains that had been carefully closed to keep morning light out, dust particles dancing in it's rays.
And she'd been right. At the far side of the bed, on the window side, where Lupin's old dressing gown was slung over the back of a chair and an assortment of scraps of old parchment and books littered both the chair and the bedside table, proclaiming 'someone lives here' much more clearly than the tall wardrobe and bare floorboards on the other side, Tonks had buried her face in a corner of a pillow and snuggled down in the middle of the heap of blankets. At some point she had slipped over, trying to nestle where safe warmth still lingered. Now, she sniffed a little in her sleep.
Ginny looked at her, then a satisfied grin replaced the momentary wistful look on her face, and she spoke.