XXXI. Psychotic
He was quiet. She was loud. He was calm. She was psychotic. He was Remus and she was Tonks, but together, they were a force of nature.
XXXII. Fake
Andromeda was aghast. Her only child had married a werewolf.
Then, she met him. And she knew at once, though she wanted to pretend otherwise, that their love was real.
XXXIII. Amazing
Dora gazed at him expectantly, twirling around and adjusting the pins in her curly blonde hair. "Well?"
Remus's mouth had gone dry. "You look amazing," he spluttered.
She winked.
XXXIV. Tattered Edges
Remus fingered his robe's tattered edges. Somehow, he would save up to buy new ones.
The next morning, an owl arrived with new robes and a lock of pink hair.
XXXV. Hero
"I put the Prophet on the table for you," Remus called from the kitchen.
Dora rolled her eyes amusedly, reaching for the paper. "My hero," she muttered.
"I heard that!"
XXXVI. In Love
"Why, Molly?" Tonks sniffled, hiccupping. "Why—why doesn't he want—?"
Molly sighed, stroking the younger woman's lank, brown hair. "Sometimes…the hardest person to admit you're in love to…is yourself."
XXVII. Let Me Out
Remus always controlled himself around her, even though he would've liked nothing more than to lose himself in her embrace.
Meanwhile, the monster in his chest roared, Let me out!
XXXVIII. Sickness
Her morning sickness was terrible. Absolutely horrific. She complained, and cursed, and drove herself spare.
All was forgotten the moment she pressed her lips to his turquoise hair.
XXXIX. Rainbow
Teddy's hair flitted through colors when he slept, like a rainbow.
Sometimes, Remus would lie in bed and watch his son, as the flickering colors lulled him to sleep.
XL. Dead Tired
She was dead tired, floating somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness.
But she allowed herself to catch sight of his small, heart-shaped face before drifting off, a smile on her face.
