It was hard to believe that it was already November. November. When did that happen? In some ways it felt like time had gone by so quickly but at the same time slowly. June was like a year ago in some ways and yet, Fleur and Bill's wedding felt like last week. It was so confusing.

What wasn't confusing was the season they were currently in. It was most definitely Autumn with the cold breezes and the frost on the ground. The trees had all but shed their leave completely and the air was so crisp that it made the inside of your nose feel funny.

But none of that mattered because, well, for her, November brought great news for her! Well, at least, she thought it was good news. In fact, it was great news.

So good, in fact, that it put her in an equally good mood. Such a good mood that she actually had a smile on her face as she woke up and got dressed and for once didn't have to make any detours. She was even humming as she entered the kitchen where Remus already was with a steaming cup of tea.

She even gave into the temptation to skip a little but that went badly as she promptly tripped. Though, even that was good because Remus lunged for her and safely ensconced her in his lap. One of her favourite places to be.

"What's got you so happy this morning?" Remus asked once he recovered from the kiss they just shared.

"Oh, no reason," she said humming as she started getting the frying pan put.

She said "started" because of course even that task wasn't simple for her and everything promptly tried to escape that cupboard with an almighty 'CRASH'. Everything except for the damn frying pan, that is.

"No, no, don't," Remus urged, stopping her from sorting the mess out. "Let me do it."

"You know, I'm pregnant, not an invalid," she said, not moving.

"I never said you were," Remus replied. "I just don't want you tripping over anything. Landing on a grater certainly wouldn't be ideal."

He lifted the implement in question and she winced. No, that wouldn't be fun at all. Then she looked around them at the mess on the floor. That was a lot of things to catch her feet on.

"Oh, alright," she acquiesced, not overly happy about it but she could see where he was coming from.

"Now, back to your happy mood," he said, straightening up once he quickly put everything away.

"It's not so happy now," she grumbled, glaring at the cupboard.

Remus just chuckled at her. "I suppose you don't want to go back in there and get whatever you were looking for, do you?"

"No. And I was going to make omelettes for us," she complained.

Omelettes were on of the few things she could make without creating chaos in the kitchen (well, if you discounted the mess she usually made in the process).

"You can still do that," Remus encouraged her (he was a big fan of her omelettes since else made him one a few weeks ago). "Just, let me do any of cupboard rummaging."

"Why is the cupboard such a mess?" Tonks complained as Remus extracted the saucepan with no difficulty whatsoever.

"Because you tried to yank something out from the middle of a stack."

"Make it my fault, why don't you?"

"Obviously," he teased.

She stuck her tongue out at him for that.

"Not going to tell you why I'm so happy then," she said childishly, folding her arms.

"Really?" He asked, eyebrow raised.

"Uh huh." Actually, no. She wanted to share it. "It's November," she announced proudly.

Remus gave her a confused look. "I'm aware of the month, Nymphadora."

She was so happy she didn't even bother smacking him on the arm for that.

"I'm past my first trimester!" She said excitedly, earning herself a kiss from Remus. "No more morning sickness!"

Because it was supposed to stop after the first trimester, wasn't it?

"I don't think that's how morning sickness works..."

"Oh, hush," she pressed her finger to his lips. "Let me enjoy this."

She didn't want to think about getting sick anymore.

"Okay," be easily agreed. "Can you enjoy it over omelettes?" He asked hopefully, making her laugh.

"Sure," she agreed, turning to the stove.

Their omelettes were soon made and promptly demolished. Remus had told her that he would wash because she cooked, the normal trade off they did if one of them did the cooking and she wasn't about to argue about that.

"I've got the owl," she called over, opening the window for the Daily Prophet owl that was tapping at their window and digging in their change jar for a few knuts.

The owl gave a satisfied hoot when it was paid and flew off as Tonks picked up the newspaper.

And then she almost immediately dropped it with a gasp. Which of course immediately got Remus' attention which was the last thing she wanted to happen.

She grabbed it before he got to it, the force of her hold so strong that it got scrunched up in her grip.

"What does it say?" Remus asked anxiously. "Changes at Hogwarts again? More restrictions on where we can be?"

The last one would be particularly sucky, there was already a curfew in magical areas such as Diagon and Hogsmeade, how much worse could they restrict people? But Tonks shook her head. Neither of those were the headline today.

You would think that the Daily Prophet would no longer surprise them these days, what with all the evil rhetoric that was constantly being spewed. But this... this was something else.

Slowly, she uncurled her fingers from around the newspaper and held it out to him. He took it from her and automatically flattened it out again while reading the headline, only for him to ruin his own work by scrunching it up into his own fists.

She watched him warily as he closed his eyes. Would this trigger something in his again? Make him question everything? She didn't think she would be able to cope if it happened again. Everyone had their limits and she thought that Remus leaving one more time would be hers.

His shoulders were tense and his jaw was set. What was he thinking? Oh, it was times like this when she wished that she could read minds. Tonks could feel tension rising in her just watching him.

And then his shoulders relaxed and he opened his eyes.

"That's rather unimaginative of them, isn't it," he said drily, leaving Tonks flabbergasted.

And for good reason, the headline read, "Werewolves No Longer to Have Equal Rights to Wizards". The article below detailing exactly what that meant, not that Tonks had read it yet.

"What?" She spluttered.

Remus gave her a sad sort of smile and shrugged.

"This isn't exactly a surprise, is it?" He said, gesturing at the newspaper.

"It isn't?"

"No." He shook his head. "I was wondering what else was going to happen after everything they're doing about Muggleborns. Though, I thought that they'd go after those with partial creature inheritance first."

"People like Fleur?" Tonks checked, remembering that her friend was part Veela.

"Exactly. They've just chosen to go after Werewolves first."

"And, um, how does that make you feel?" Tonks asked hesitantly.

Remus shrugged again. "Angry? Sad? But I'm not exactly surprised."

Tonks nodded along with this, not knowing what to think. It was good that Remus didn't seem to be overly concerned or anxious about this news but Tonks couldn't help but worry.

What would this mean for them?