"Cut that out, Tonks!" Remus snapped for what seemed like the thirteen billionth time that evening.
"I diffm do nuggin!" Tonks protested through a badly concealed grin and a mouthful of mashed potatos, fresh off Remus' plate.
"She's just flirting with you," Sirius whispered from Remus' other side.
"Now Tonks, dear, there's plenty to go around," Molly said, unsuccessfully hiding a smirk.
"But Remus knows just the right amount of gravy to put on it! I always spill the gravy and make an awful puddly mess on my plate!"
"A tragedy indeed," Remus muttered. "Look," he said, turning to Tonks, "just quit messing around, would you? I would like, for once, to enjoy my dinner in peace."
Tonks chortled, hitting him playfully on the arm. "Oh, Remus, when will you ever learn to loosen up a little?"
"Hitting people doesn't tend to make them loosen up," Remus said sullenly. "We have duty together tonight – again, I might add – and I would prefer that, for once, you make it at least a little tolerable."
"It's not my fault you're no fun," Tonks complained.
"And by that, she means she wishes you were more flirtatious," Sirius whispered to Remus slyly.
"Shut up, Sirius," Remus said neutrally.
"Sirius said something?" Tonks asked obtusely.
"He said he agrees that you're annoying," Remus said.
"I did not!" Sirius protested.