Disclaimer : I don't own Tonks, nor Remus. Too bad !
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It was raining.
Raindrops were trickling along the roofs and the drainpipes, overflowing the gutters and the anthills. It really was a lousy weather, especially for insects. She had always wondered how they managed to handle such a downpour. She would ask Lupin, some time.
He knew everything.
Tonks was hanging around on the streets of a quiet neighborhood of London. She couldn't make up her mind to go to the Head Quarters of the Order. The night had fallen, the weather was wretched, she was chilled to the bone, but all this was nothing compared to the dilemma that was haunting her mind.
Would she answer "tea", or "hot chocolate", to the question Remus would ask her ?
And she tripped.
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Thanks for reading ! This is a translation from a drabble I first published in French, called "Il pleuvait". English is not my first language so please, tell me if you spot any mistake !
