Chapter 4
(A/N: I made a reference to something off of Potter Puppet Pals in this chapter. I do not own it, just so you know. )
July 1, 1995 11:03pm
"Moony," Sirius said, poking Remus in the side. Remus ignored him. "Moony. Moony. Moony!"
"What is it, Sirius?" Remus asked. He was reading a book in the library, which was a hidden room on the fourth floor.
"Go convince Tonks to get drunk with us," Sirius ordered.
"You're expecting me to walk down three flights of stairs just to ask her something she'll say no to?" he asked. "I don't think so, Padfoot."
"Fine. I'll just bother you until you say yes." Sirius pushed Remus against the side of the sofa. "Bother. Bother. Bother." He was copying some ridiculous video he had seen on a muggle computer, and it annoyed Remus to no end.
"Argh! Fine, I'll go talk to her!" He put his book down and stomped down the staircase to the first floor. Hoping that she wasn't already asleep, Remus knocked on Tonks's door. After a moment she opened it. It was obvious that she'd been about to go to bed; she was in a baggy T-shirt and shorts, presumably her pyjamas, and her spiky pink hair was still damp from her shower.
"Wotcher, Remus! Come in." She opened the door a little wider. Remus entered the room, noticing that it was already slightly messy. Tonks sat down on the bed, and motioned for Remus to do the same.
"I'm sorry for Sirius's behaviour this evening," Remus said, sitting. "He gets excited when somebody new moves in."
"Well, that's understandable," Tonks replied. "I'd be bored out of my mind if I was locked up here, too."
"He insisted that I ask you to go have some drinks with him," Remus informed her.
Tonks shook her head. "I'm too tired tonight, but maybe some other time."
"Okay," Remus said. "I'll tell him that." Tonks, he realized, did look very tired; her eyelids were drooping and she seemed to be having a hard time remaining upright. When Remus got up to leave he heard her head fall back against the pillow. He hesitated a moment, then went back to pull the covers over her.
Despite her being such a happy and outgoing person in the daytime, in sleep he thought she looked rather sad. "Strange," he muttered, then left the room.