Title: Marvelous Metaphor
Word Count: 115 (ineligible)
Characters/Pairings: Sirius, Tonks; Sirius/Tonks
Author's Notes: Nymphadora's one of my many HP fandom sluts, but I particularly enjoy her with Sirius (and Fenrir, but that's a different story). Especially after Harry's remark in HBP of "Do you think Tonks was in love with Sirius?" Obviously she wasn't, but I'm a fan of what-ifs.
The tray fell first, escaping her grasp and clattering to the floor like a fine brass and china orchestra. It was quickly superseded by her ungracious tumble down that last ("-bloodytoolowandneedstobereplaced-") step. A mess of limbs amidst broken teacups and spilled sugar, Nymphadora Tonks muttered venomously to the puddle of Earl Grey soaking into her trousers.
"I could almost applaud your marvelous clumsiness," chimed Sirius's voice from the kitchen doorway, rich with amusement.
"Don't," said Tonks warningly and rose to her feet. She frowned at her tea-stained bottom. "If I'm not mistaken, you promised to catch me when I fall."
"Ah," said Sirius, pecked her cheek and reached for his coat. "That was a metaphor."