Organising their wedding wasn't actually as awful as she thought it was. They had their people (or were going to have their people once their figured out a date) and just needed a place. That was it. Maybe she would get a new dress or something (unfortunately, she did not think she would be able to get away with her jeans). No mess, no fuss. Then again, when you wanted the very basics and nothing more there wasn't much to actually organise.

Just all the official, legal side of things. Registering their intent with the Ministry, getting someone to officiate and all that nonsense. Actually, that was something they had yet to sort out or even think about yet. Could they just hire one from the Ministry? Did they supply people like that? Maybe there was more to this wedding nonsense than she originally thought.

Tonks was the one who had to go down to the Register Office in the Ministry because she was employed by the Ministry. Oh, and she also had to give her bosses notice as well once they figured out a date.

Normally that would require two trips to the Ministry; one for registering and one to tell her superiors but only one was going to be needed. Remus had just said to pick the earliest date that she wanted.

"It's not like I have any conflicting plans," he had told her with a self-deprecating twist of his mouth.

That was another thing to sort out but it could wait until they were married. She could become a nagging wife then. She was going to be his wife. Tonks had never really thought of herself as a traditional, settle down and get married sort of girl but she supposed this was different. One, there was going to be nothing traditional about their marriage- she was the main breadwinner and Remus was the domestic one (at the minute, anyway). And they were in the middle of a war, definitely not settling down. Gearing up was more like it. Marriage was just... well, it was the next logical step. And Tonks wasn't going to lie to herself and say that having Remus' last name and having proof that they belonged to each other didn't make her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Merlin, she could be such a sap.

Weird and conflicting? Yes. But that was how they rolled and were going to continue to roll.

Anyway, back to actually getting married, because that had to happen first. And for that to happen she had to find the freaking Register Office. Seriously, where was it? Had the Reception which given her the wrong floor? Was she going to have to go up and down the corridor again?

Just as she was about to give up her pride and ask someone, suddenly she spotter the door. It had 'Register Office' on the plaque on the door. How on earth did she miss that?

"Come in," a woman's voice called when Tonks wrapped the door.

Suddenly, she was feeling nervous and she wasn't quite sure why. She exchanged pleasantries with the woman, a Mrs Winters, and told her what she was here for. Almost immediately, the appropriate paperwork was in front of her.

Carefully, Tonks read through the parchment, having been brought up with her mum telling her always read every line, and saw nothing out of the ordinary. Just about who you were, your spouse-to-be and all that jazz. Except on thing.

"Ten days?" Tonks asked incredulously. "The waiting period is only ten days? I thought it was longer."

"The Ministry passed a Bill that shortened the waiting period due to current events. It is to be revised every six months," Mrs Winters recited.

Huh. Cool. They weren't going to have to wait that long after all. They could literally get married at the end of next week. Cool but weird.

Thank goodness the rules had been changed. Well, not so good because the reason behind shrinking the notice period was because there was a high chance that either one of you could die. War sucked. But it kind of worked in their favour in this case. Now they only had to wait ten days to have the ceremony. Perfect.

"Do you want it to happen in a Muggle church?" came the bored question.

Tonks blinked at her. "No?"

"Good, because the person performing the ceremony has to be aware of the magical aspect and there's not a lot of them who are also involved in a church."

"How about a synagogue or mosque?" Tonks couldn't help but wonder out loud.

The woman gave her a look that implied that she was an idiot but denied the other options as well. Okay, religion and magic didn't seem to mix then.

Tonks passed the papers back to have Mrs Winters check them and all was going well until she noticed the names on the parchment. Or rather, one particular name.

"Are you sure that you want this to occur?" She was asked with a strange look on her face.

Tonks was confused. She had just put her signature to and endless amount of parchment and she was being asked this now?

"Yes."

"Really?"

The woman looked concerned now. What was the matter?

"Well, isn't he, you know..."

Tonks had a sinking feeling she knew was about to come out of the woman's mouth and pre-emptively crossed her arms into a defensive stance.

"Is he what?"

The woman's voice dropped even further and she leaned forwards, "A werewolf?"

Tonks glared at her. "It's none of your business!"

"But-"

She was fed up now and thrust out her hand, "Is the paperwork okay or not?"

Mrs Winter blustered about for a few seconds, twittering stupidly about live and nonsense before handing the now stamped paperwork over, thank goodness.

Tonks didn't even bother saying bye when she all but slammed the door behind her.

"Stupid, prejudiced bi-" she grumbled, not looking where she was going.

Which was never a good thing because, as usual, she collided with someone. A very familiar someone.

"Tonks?"

"Mad-Eye?"

"What are you doing here?" they asked at the same time.

"Last time I checked, I worked here and you're retired," she said cheekily.

"No such thing as an ex-Auror," he grumbled his old refrain. "Just alive and dead ones."

"Nice and positive as usual, Mad-Eye," she said cheerfully, used to him.

He gave her a suspicious look, which was nothing out of the ordinary as this was Mad-Eye, after all.

"What are you even doing down here, anyway?"

"Paperwork," Tonks replied easily.

The last thing she needed was to speak too quickly or nervously. Mad-Eye could sniff put a lie a mile away. And anyway, it wasn't exactly a lie. She was down here for paperwork. It was just personal, not work related.

"Down at the Registers Office?"

"Hey, I just follow orders," she replied, raising her hands in defence. "I'm a good, little Auror, me."

That got her a snort from him. Okay, that was a lie. But, truly, after the events of the past eighteen months or so, she was trying to keep her head down.

Speaking of heads, Mad-Eye's was quite firmly up at her hands. Which were still in the air, oops. Tonks lowered them but as old as he was, there was nothing wrong with Mad-Eye's eyes or reflexes. Her wrist was grabbed and pulled forwards.

"Hey! You're going to make me drop the papers!"

She did not want to get these out of order or for any sheet to go missing. Knowing their luck that would make them ineligible to get married or something.

Mad-Eye ignored her and gave the parchment a suspicious look. Paranoid old bastard.

"Work paperwork, eh?"

"Yes!"

Okay, that was a bit too defensive.

"Work paperwork with your name on it?"

She crossed her arms. "Obviously"

He raised an eyebrow warningly, making her shuffle nervously like a green trainee.

"Your name and Lupin's?"