Tonks swiped her card and pushed the door open, leading Violet into her hotel room. Luckily, the maids had been there and cleaned up her mess.

"Here's the shower, just turn the knobs to make it hot or cold. Shampoo, conditioner and soap is all there for you and here's a robe for when you finish," Tonks smiled, pointing to everything in the bathroom.

"Thanks," Violet grinned. She went into the bathroom, shut the door, and Tonks heard the water turn on. She thought she should order room service for Violet; who knows what she had been eating, if eating at all. She picked up the phone and ordered two hamburgers and a plate full of french fries; a dish that no one could pass up. Tonks then turned on the TV and flipped casually through the channels.

"I don't want to put on my old clothes," Violet said. Tonks looked up from the TV screen to see Violet standing there in a robe.

"I have clothes you can borrow...we're about the same size," Tonks reassured her, walking to her closet. The hangers clanked together as she searched for a t-shirt.

"How old are you, anyway?" Violet asked her, as Tonks handed her a solid black tee.

"21," Tonks replied, as Violet held the shirt up to herself. She examined it in the mirror. Just then there was a knock on the door. Violet wandered into the bathroom with the tee as Tonks went to answer the door. It was room service; Tonks took the two plates, shut the door and set them on the table. Violet poked her head out of the bathroom.

"It fits," she smiled. Her nose wiggled around in the air, smelling, "Mmmm."

"Hamburger and french fries," Tonks giggled, popping a frie in her mouth, "This plate is for you," she said, pointing to one of the plates. Violet grinned, but stayed where she was.

"Aren't you gonna come eat?" Tonks laughed. She patted the seat next to her, "Come sit."

"I don't have any pants on," Violet giggled, "Or underwear."

"Oh," Tonks laughed, "Let me get you some." She walked over to her drawer and pulled out a pair of jeans and underpants. She started to push in the drawer when she remembered a bra. Did Violet wear a bra? Were they the same cup? Tonks hadn't looked at Violet's chest; that would be extremely rude.

"Do you need a bra?" Tonks finally asked her.

"Yeah," Violet smiled, "I'm a 38 B."

"Really? Same here," Tonks laughed as she pulled out a white bra. She added it to the clothes pile and handed them to Violet.

"Thanks," Violet grinned, taking the pile of clothes. She dissapeared into the bathroom but didn't shut the door all the way, so Tonks could hear her rustling about. A few minutes later, Violet emerged fully dressed. Her hair was clean, but still wet. It clung to her shoulders in a sexy sort of way. The jeans were the perfect fit, hugging her ass and making it look hot. The shirt was a little tight and it made Violet's breasts stick out. Tonks, for some reason, found this extremely attractive. She shook her head a little, trying to snap out of her daze. Violet sat down on the bed next to her and reached for a plate.

"Oh god...I haven't had a hamburger in 5 years," Violet said, looking like she was ready to drool. She took a big bite and closed her eyes.

"This is soooooooooo good," she laughed, eyes opened. Tonks smiled and nibbled on her french fries. She watched Violet eat and laughed at how much joy she was getting out of eating a burger.