"No, no, no, no, no!" Tonks muttered to herself as she sprang out of bed.

No, not sprang because that would be far too graceful. More like she fell out of bed when her alarm clock rang and, of course, she had to bump her shoulder against the drawers next to her bed. Ow, that hurt. And it was not a good way to start a Wednesday morning. Or any morning, for that matter. Hopefully it wouldn't bruise too badly. You never knew with shoulders.

It just got worse from there because when she pulled herself up, she grabbed a handle of those drawers and instead of pulling herself up she managed to pull a drawer out. Which meant that all the contents of it spilled out onto the floor. And the drawer landed on her. It was heavy.

At least it had been her underwear drawer so she took that as a hint to get dressed first this morning. Right, there was a bra, socks, why did she have so many socks? She couldn't see anything else on the floor... all she needed was undies. Where were her knickers?

Yeah, sure, she hadn't done any washing for her first two weeks - she lived in t-shirts, dark jeans and her training robes after all (they'd be getting their proper trainee uniforms soon, allegedly). And she thought she had more underwear than that...

"I am not going to work knicker-less," she muttered to herself.

She wasn't going to be the person who ran around without underwear on. She wasn't. Sure, other people might like everything be free but she did not. Well, she didn't know whether she would like it but she didn't want to try it to find out. Think of the chafing. Yeah, no. It wasn't going to happen. Knowing her luck, the day she went without would be the day they did an agility course or something. Not that that was on the timetable this week but knowing her luck it would randomly be added.

"Ah ha!" She said triumphantly, lunging at the ground.

She immediately regretted that because she went sprawling across the floor but she recovered quickly, holding a pair of knickers up like they were a prize. Which they were because she had seriously started to consider reusing a pair of underwear, as disgusting as that thought was. But now she didn't have to!

Now safely dressed in all of her underwear, Tonks continued on getting dressed. Jeans were easy enough; they had been flung over the end of her bed last night. She had just flopped onto her bed last night and hadn't wanted to get up just to get into pyjamas so she had just shimmied out of her jeans and fell asleep.

Lazy? Very much so but all she had cared about last night was getting comfortable.

Her jeans were soon on her and now it was time for a t-shirt. Which should be easy enough because all of her t-shirts were in a drawer. Opening it, Tonks frowned. There was only one left. Huh. Really? She had run out of t-shirts? Right, whatever. That wasn't important right now. What was important was getting fully dressed, washed and breakfast. In that order.

One slight incident with the toothpaste squirting all over the bathroom mirror later, Tonks now had a clean face and teeth and was ready to take on the day. And breakfast. Breakfast first. She was hungry.

There were dishes in the sink from the night before but she couldn't bring herself to care about those right now. Those could be sorted later. Right now, she needed to eat quickly and get to work. Preferably in that order.

So, what would be quickest? Not toast, her toaster took an age to make anything that wasn't warm bread. So, cereal it was. Too bad all of her bowls (of which there were two) were currently sitting in the sink encrusted with something.

She peered into the box of opened cereal and screwed up her nose. She didn't want to eat it dry. Giving the box a shake, she determined that there wasn't that much left. Which meant that the next logical step was to grab the milk and pour it straight into the box and swirl it around so all of the cereal got coated. Yes, Tonks was fully aware of just how ridiculous this was and there was no way that this couldn't go wrong but she was going to give it a go. Mainly because she had kind of always wanted to and also because she was starting to seriously run out of time.

So, she did that and took a slight from the box. Or tried to but she completely misjudged where her mouth should be and spilled milk all down her front. Tonks thought she snorted some cereal up her nose as well. Which was pai full by the way.

Cursing so loudly she was pretty sure her mother could hear her, Tonks jumped back, narrowly avoiding slipping on the puddle of milk that was now on the floor.

Why did she think that that would ever be a good idea? Was she crazy or something? Whatever. Now she had to clean that mess up, get something else to eat and find her shoes that she hadn't even seen yet this morning.

There was probably a spell or something to mop up spills but she couldn't remember even if she knew it or not. So, kitchen roll it was. Wherever that was because of course it wasn't on the counter like it was supposed to be.

"I should have gone with toast," she grumbled as she got on her hands and knees to wipe up the mess.

Surprisingly, she did actually have kitchen roll in the flat. It had been by the door for whatever reason but at least she had it. There was something that had gone right.

Actually, wait. Something else could go right. Tonks checked her watch again to make sure. She wasn't running as late as she thought she was. She could grab a slice of toast and run out the door with it. Yeah, that would work even if her toaster did take an age to work. She could get herself ready while she was waiting. Her stomach grumbled in agreement.

"Right," she said to herself, getting back on her feet. "Toast it is."

Pulling out her nearly finished loaf of bread (thank Merlin she actually had some), Tonks grabbed the only slice left that wasn't the heel. Did anyone actually like the heel of a loaf? Not anyone she knew.

Shoving the slightly crumpled slice of bread into the toaster, Tonks went looking for her boots. She found one under the sofa and the other in the bathroom. Why was it in the bathroom? Whatever, that didn't matter.

She pulled them on and had just finished lacing them up when her toast popped up, one side burnt more than the other as usual. It really wasn't a good toaster.

Shining it in her mouth, Tonks grabbed her bag and headed out. She would just be on time.

Pausing at the door, she looked around her flat and sighed. Maybe she should do some washing. And cleaning. Neaten the place up a bit. Make it look like an actual, responsible adult lived here.