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Written for Assignment 5, Floristry Task 10: Protea symbolise change, transformation, and diversity: Write a story including the theme of diversity. Your fic should include at least two different diversities. (This can be race, sexuality, religion, disability or any other diversity you'd like to write about).
Word Count: 481
good days and bad days (they're all worth it)
Some days were better than others. Fleur brushed the hair back from Tonks face, smiling down at her. Tonks smiled back tiredly. She was often tired these days, never more so than when she's been for treatment at Saint Mungos.
The final battle at Hogwarts had left them all with new scars, but perhaps none more so than Tonks, who'd been left wheelchair bound and often in terrible pain.
It hurt Fleur's heart to see her love in so much pain, and yet, Tonks still always had a smile for her.
"Do you think you could eat?" Fleur asked softly. She'd made a large batch of soup only that morning, hoping that the familiar comfort food would rouse even a pang of hunger in her girlfriend.
Tonks grimaced slightly, but then tried to push herself up into a sitting position. Fleur helped her carefully, fluffing the pillows behind her.
"I can try," Tonks said, reaching out a slightly shaky hand to cup Fleur's cheek. "I know you made that soup I love."
Fleur nodded. "I'll be right back."
Tonks only managed a few spoonfuls of soup before she brought them back up into a hastily conjured bucket, an apology in her eyes even as she retched.
Today was a bad day.
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Some days were better than others. Tonks, with Fleur's help, got herself into her wheelchair and, with a blanket wrapped around her legs, went outside.
The garden was small but pretty, Fleur's magic making it so. Tonks knew that in the spring months, Fleur liked to distract herself with gardening, her slight figure surprisingly strong as she lifted and dug, planted and pruned the flowerbeds.
Tonks parked herself beside the small table on the patio and enjoyed the slightly cool morning air on her face, the few rays of sunshine visible through the clouds brightening the garden even more.
Only minutes later, Fleur joined her, a tray of tea and scones in her hands which she carefully placed on the table.
She was about to sit in the singular chair at the table when Tonks reached out and snagged her hand, pulling her down for a soft kiss.
"I love you, you know?" Tonks murmured against her lips.
"I love you too," Fleur replied, as she always did.
Tonks smiled and released her hand, letting her sit down in the chair.
In the beginning, she'd tried to convince her beautiful French girlfriend to leave, to pursue a life without some crippled has-been Auror, but Fleur hadn't been impressed with the idea.
In fact, Tonks had found herself in quite a lot of trouble for her suggestion. She'd quickly learned not to say such things.
Fleur poured their tea, and then pointed out a freshly turned flowerbed, telling Tonks about the plans she had for it.
Tonks listened with a small smile on her face. Today was a good day.