I am now quite tired and in the mood for cake batter. It's not a good combination.

Day 21: Baking

PrincessDreamGirl: *does the robot* I'm enjoying stepping up to the challenge actually. Usually I'm just a massive procrastinating mess of writer's block. Metamorphagi for the win! Thank you!

slenderpanda597: Aww, why are you so good at reviewing. Siriously, I feel cheered up every time I see your reviews.

PrincessCounsuelaBnhmk: I don't know...some how it seemed to fit. And Tonks would love it on him so *shrugs.* Laughing is almost as good as food :)

I do not own the Harry Potter series. Nor the characters. All those sassy bamfs were created by J.K Rowling.

In the second week of March, Tonks was suddenly informed that it was her boyfriend's birthday tomorrow.

"You didn't know?" Sirius yawned at her. "Well, I guess he doesn't talk about that sort of thing much. He's an annoyingly modest bloke."

Then with Sirius passed out in a drunk haze, Tonks had no choice but to embark on the cake making on her own.

Well, she supposed she could have asked Molly or her mother to help her out, but Remus was her boyfriend after all, and she wanted to show some effort…even if things didn't turn out as planed.

It was not her intention to destroy the kitchen of 12 Grimuald Place. Sirius probably would have clapped her on the back, but Tonks was freaking out. She had followed the directions to a tee, but clearly she'd found some way to get it wrong because after only three minutes in the oven, there was a loud BOOM! and suddenly the kitchen became the French alps-only with exploded cake in place of snow.

Of course, this had to be the exact moment Remus rushed in.

"Hello? Is everything alright in here?" He asked, raising his wand and looking around concernedly.

"No big deal," Tonks coughed, sending a splutter of flour into the air. "Come back later and I'll have it right as rain."

"Dora? What are you—" Remus scrunched up his face as chocolate batter slipped off the ceiling and plopped onto his face. His eyes still shut, his tongue peeked out of his lips, catching a few drops that dribbled down his cheek. "Delicious!"

"Well, I'm glad," Tonks sighed. "Because it was supposed to be your birthday cake."

Remus grinned widely. "That's incredibly decent of you Dora. I hadn't thought anybody remembered my birthday." He paused. "I don't think anyone's made a cake for me in years."

"Yes, well it's less of a cake and more of volcanic explosion at the moment," she mumbled. Remus swiped a finger across his face and took another taste of the batter.

"I'd say you've done a brilliant job so far…can I help you put it into the shape of a cake?"

"…You want to help me bake your own birthday cake?"

"Why not? It could be fun, right?"

"I'm having fun all ready." Tonks grinned, giving him a kiss on the cheek. It felt like she had a thick coating of cake batter lipstick. "You taste like chocolate."

"When do I not?"

She laughed.

And she continued laughing throughout the day. Especially after they popped the second cake in oven and started on the frosting. Tonks was mixing it all together when she got to a particularly lumpy bit and jerked the spoon rather hard. Globs of frosting went flying onto Remus' nose. "Again?" He asked, amused. Tonks smiled sheepishly. "Well…it hardly seems fair." He pinched the spoon out of her hand and flung frosting at her. "There, now we're even."

"Think again." She grabbed another spoon and they began their war.

When Molly came into the kitchen several hours later, it was perhaps worse of than it had been after years of dust and neglect. Between Tonks' earlier splash and Remus' combat like shots, the walls were covered in colorful splotches and the cabinets were dripping in chocolate.

"Nymphadora! Remus! What is going on in here!" Mrs. Weasley put her hands on her hips and gave them a look that could only be rivaled by Professor McGonagall's infamous glare.

"Sorry Molly," they chorused.

Tonks made her eyes grow large and innocent. "I was trying to make a birthday cake for Remus, but it exploded so he's come to help me."

"Really?"

"I haven't celebrated my birthday properly for years Molly. I'm really glad Dora is doing something like this." His doe-eyes were perhaps even more effective than Tonks'.

Mrs. Weasley's pursed lips slipped into a smile. "Well, that is actually rather sweet. I suppose I can't tell you off for trying to give Remus a nice birthday-just mind you clean up after yourselves when you're done. Nothing can be worse than what that house elf gets up to..." She left the kitchen muttering darkly about Kreacher.

Tonks stared at Remus, tugging on his shirtsleeve. "I feel like we've gotten off somewhat easy," she said.

"Some could say I was the most successful marauder," Remus told her, nibbling the chocolate off his fingers. "Sure Sirius and James got the credit for all the flashiest pranks-but I quite rarely got punished."

Just then Mrs. Weasley popped her head into the room. Remus rubbed his neck nervously. She smiled sweetly. "You'd best take the cake out soon, least you want it to burn," she said. "And don't forget to clean," she added, giving him a knowing look before shutting the door.

"You were saying?" Tonks gave him a cheeky grin.

"Oh quiet you," he mumbled, reaching for the sponge and a dirty dish. Tonks reached over and dotted the tip of his his nose with suds. He couldn't help but laugh.

Hopefully I shall edit more tomorrow. This turned out differently than I thought it would. It was one of those things were I planed it out, but then actually started writing it and the characters ran off in a different direction. Remus wanted to brag about the good old days. Sirius just thinks he's modest *winks.*

Tomorrow will be: In battle, side by side.

I will leave it at that.