Life with Remus
Tonks sat on the sofa in her living room with the big bay windows. Outside it was raining heavily but she didn't care. Inside it was warm and comfortable. A fire was roaring in the fire place on her right hand side. A mug of hot chacolate with little marshmallows sat on the table in front of her. Its heavenly aroma drowned her senses, filling her nose with nothing else than the wonderful smell of chocolate. Around her shoulders lay a brown woolen blanket withh little wolfs all over it; some racing, some sitting, some baying at the moon. It all gave her a sense of home, of calm and warmth.
She was really at home here.
But the best thing, the one thing that turned any place into hom, lay at her feet. A big wolf was peacefully curled up on the rug in front of her sofa. He lay partly on her feet, warming them and giving her a feeling of safety. The gentle, steady rise and fall of his body like a metronome for her own breathing. Through her feet she could feel his heart-beat, steady and slow, utterly relaxed. She felt her own heart beating in time with his.
This was bliss. This was home.