Author's Note: A short vignette, pairing Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks, with the prompt: Breakfast.
These characters and their world belong to the unsurpassable J.K. Rowling.
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Beans on toast. It was an odd craving, for him especially, who had never understood its fascination, but after a night of strange, terrifying events, a little more oddity couldn't hurt. He would just pop in and politely request his order with Molly before heading out on duty.
The moment he reached the shadowed corners of the landing, there was a deafening crash, followed by a well placed curse. Lupin froze - Mrs. Weasley never swore like that.
"Oh - wotcher, Remus. Sorry, I'm just trying to slap together some breakfast." Tonks stood, not unusually, beside the shattered remnants of an object. More unusual was that she stood beside the toaster, holding a dish of what appeared to be buttered toast - it was hard to tell, Lupin had never seen anything so burnt.
His face broke into a smile at the disarray Molly would never have tolerated in her kitchen. "Is that toast for anyone?" he asked, taking a piece and preparing to spoon on jam.
"Oh - you wouldn't want - I can try some more -" Tonks spluttered, still holding the dish and watching him taste the blackened slab.
Truthfully, though, they both knew any toast, as long as it was made by Nymphadora Tonks, would always come out black. Yet as he flicked his wand at the shards by her feet which flew together, completely repaired, Lupin also knew that to him, any normally repulsive food, as long as it was made by Nymphadora Tonks, would always taste good.
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