Chapter 2: Sirius Stories
"He was always extremely reckless. You know he had a motorcycle?" Remus said, telling Andromeda and Dora. They were all seated at the Tonks' dinner table. There was hardly any light; just enough that they could see each other's body outlines, but it was kept like that purposely. If anyone cried, no one would see it, Remus figured.
"Oh, I remember when he wrote and told me about that." Andromeda said, and Remus could tell she was smiling a little. "It was the last letter I received from him, before he was sent off to Azkaban." She added sadly.
"We always joked that if anyone could escape Azkaban, it would be him." Remus said, rotating the green coffee mug in his hands. "He always managed to get out of half the detentions by just talking his way out of it, and most of the others, he would usually find a way to leave half way through. Unless it was McGonagall. He wouldn't dare if it was McGonagall." He chuckled sadly.
"He was absolutely insane. He visited us once on that flying motorbike, during the first War, and I was so scared! I thought he was like a monster or something." Tonks chuckled. "It's my earliest memory of him."
"He was always my favorite cousin." Andromeda sighed. "I'm going to go to bed. Good night, you two." She said quickly, and left the room.
"I'll head up, too." Tonks said. Remus nodded and watched as she got up. She put a hand over his. "You're going to be alright." She said, leaning towards him, and dim light shined on to her face.
He never quite realized how pretty she was.
