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The first time, he met her, her hair was purple.

She felt like a kid dressed in one of those ill-fitting, overgrown outfits. She reprimanded herself for trying to look older with the dark deep colour.

He was sectioned off in the crowd. Her eyes had been drawn to him even before she met him. Tall and brooding, his handsome youthful face was engraved deep scars that made him seem more dangerous and enticing. He stood in a dark shrouded area of the room, with his wine glass dangling from his long fingers. But she could feel the females in the room darting their eyes at him and licking their lips. Just like her. She shivered, with disgust or anticipation?

'Mad-Eye' Moody must off seen her staring as he chuckled and led her to him.

Those slate grey hooded eyes shifted slowly to her as she was brought to his attention, his eyes showed no emotion but just calmly viewed her, making her feel extermely uncomfortable and red.

She craned her neck to grin at him and stuck her hand out for him to shake, while he looked down, mildly interested at her hair.

Her hand started to feel awkward for being suspended in the air, so she scooped his hands in hers and shook it. He looked at their clasped blankly at first, and she saw a brief flicker of some unnamed emotion light his eyes. Then as sudden as it sparked in his eyes, it was gone.

She withdrew her hand hurriedly. Uncomfortable how the rough hands were giving her goosebumps.

"Tonks." She blurted out.

"Nymphadora Tonks!" 'Mad-Eye' Moody barked near her.

She felt her face cringed in embarrassment at her dreaded name.

'Nymph' the name of the immature stage of a dragonfly before metamorphosing into a winged adult. This is what she felt with him, like a immature kid.

She glanced at him. His face seemed in pain. Did her presence bore him that much? But his voice was nothing but light when he spoke.

"Nymphadora. Hm?"

Oh Lord. Her name on his lips. He made the horrible name sound like a husky promise to her ears.

His strong mouth lit up a little on the corners and she realised he was teasing her.

Strangely she didn't know how to respond. Her, the friendly social girl that she was.

She made her excuses and removed herself from his strange and prickly aura to less frightening people.

Even though he didn't introduce himself, she found out his name at the end of the night.

Remus Lupin.