7. Torn

"Well, aren't we just the little housewitch today." she snarks, but lets him take the needle and thread from her sore fingers anyway.

He flashes a smile that never fails to send pleasant shivers down her spine even as it makes her blood boil, his voice brisk while his eyes all but scream sly victory.

"I just can't stand to watch you bleed all over your work robes anymore. Hate to have you ruin them when the hole is so small." The smile widens. She knows what that means. "Though, if you hadn't tripped in the first place…"

Tonks can't keep her exaggerated scowl from turning itself up at the corners. "Had I still the needle in my paws, I'd have poked you with it by now." But she holds up one severely pricked index finger, and pokes Remus anyway.