XI. Drunk
"You're drunk," Remus sighed, as Sirius took another long swig from his bottle.
"Oh, just do us all a favor," Sirius slurred, glaring at Remus, "And go shag Tonks."
XII. Disaster
Andromeda was crying, Dora was ill, the baby was due any day, and a war was taking place, in the midst of it all.
Remus sighed. This was a disaster.
XIII. Turned Off
She wasn't turned off by anything, it seemed.
No matter how many times he told her that they couldn't be together, she wouldn't listen.
XIV. Past, Present, Future
Their past was short-lived.
Their present was already being tainted by the perils of war.
It would have destroyed them to know that they would never have a future.
XV. Dysfunctional
"This pregnancy is making me so dysfunctional," Dora sighed.
A smirk tugged at Remus's lips. "Are you sure it's the pregnancy?"
He slept on the couch that night.
XVI. Men
"Men," Tonks sighed, patting Ginny's hand. "They're all the same."
"Stupid, noble gits who think they're too dangerous to be around you," Ginny muttered.
XVII. Behind My Back
"I-I—" Remus stammered, blushing.
"Honestly, Remus," Andromeda half-smiled, shaking her head. "My daughter's pregnant. Don't you think I know what you two do behind my back?"
XVIII. Study Sessions
Dora called them his "study sessions."
Those few moments, each evening, that Remus would stand in his late father-in-law's study, watching the sunset as he rocked little Teddy to sleep.
XIX. Cut It Out
"Cut it out," Remus laughed, as Tonks's hair rapidly flitted from violet, to red, to pink. "Besides, pink suits you."
Not once did she change it again, that day.
XX. Dreamt
The morning after his wedding, Remus woke up wondering whether he'd dreamed it all.
The halo of pink hair, fanned out on the pillow next to his, begged to differ.
