--A few days later from the last entry, around mid-september--
It's official.
Sirius needs to get a girlfriend.
As you can - or you'd BETTER be able to - imagine, a moping, whining male hanging around all depressed and sullen around the house whn you're trying to work is not very pleasant. Honestly.
You'd think he'd take up a hobby or something. Like, knitting. I suggested this to him, and he chucked a waste basket at me. The nerve! I was only trying to help! Besides, what's wrong with knitting!? He's very creative, people have told me. At least, his pranks seemed very well-thought out and such. (Or perhaps the brains of the operation was Remus or James ... Sirius might have been there to look pretty and get people in trouble. Naturally, of course.) Still, though! I can imagine him perfectly well knitting a few scarves or something. Pfft. What a typical male. I wrote to Hermione about it. She agrees with me about it. Males of the world are doomed to be morons for the rest of their lives unless some very unfortunate person gives them a very good whack in the head with a frying pan.
Unless, of course, they would bemoan and complain about how horrid they've been treated; like Sirius is doing at the moment. He stormed from the room. Ugh. Typical, typical, typical! I mean, honestly, from what Molly and Remus have told me, he's always like this.
Damn.
Not always, they went on to explain, when I gagged, fell out of my chair, and procedded to lay on the ground, whilst twitching very convincingly.
Well, not that convincingly. Somehow I don't think they thought I was serious.
Laughing, and all.
Would've been insulted if I hadn't laughed, as well. Would've doubled over in laughter. Had I not been already on the floor.
Anywho, at least they agreed with me about Sirius being a rather dramatic fellow. Remus confided that he had been a regular drama queen in his school-days. Whilst being a hit with the ladies. It does make on think about this cousin of mine. Love him, really I do, but I swear! I suppose I should be more understanding, because he's got too much stuff to worry about now, too. Staying inside so he won't get caught and all. I'll try and ignore the brood-factor for a while.
Or hit him with a broom. Or a teacup. Maybe that'll work.
I doubt it. His head's too thick.
Of course.
Well, not much has happened since my last entry. Still working on buisness for the Order, along with Auror work from the ministry. Not that there's much to do in that direction, because Fudge - incompetant Minister that he is - STILL doesn't believe that Voldemort is back. You know, I really think the fellow's starting to loose it. Whenever I walk by his office on the way out, or go past him in the halls I notice how ... shitty he looks. There's honestly no other word for it! Looks like he's not getting enough sleep. His clothes are all mussed and not matching even more than usual. I think he's forgotten how to turn on a light, and gets dressed in the dark, or something. He's also started to talk to himself. See, I think he really does believe that Voldemort is back ... But he doesn't want to risk everything to believe it openly. Wait, no, let me change that. He's too scared. And not sure he believes it yet, so is against it so much so that people won't start to think he might possibly NOT be against it.
Men. So confusing. Yeesh.
Anyway, I think the rest of the Order are looking for me. They seem to think that I make too much noise for me to be this quiet, so I'm 'up to something'.
Now who would think a silly thing like that?
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A/N: Tonks is a bit of a feminist, I realized. XD And I apologize for this entry being a little shorter than the last one.
It's official.
Sirius needs to get a girlfriend.
As you can - or you'd BETTER be able to - imagine, a moping, whining male hanging around all depressed and sullen around the house whn you're trying to work is not very pleasant. Honestly.
You'd think he'd take up a hobby or something. Like, knitting. I suggested this to him, and he chucked a waste basket at me. The nerve! I was only trying to help! Besides, what's wrong with knitting!? He's very creative, people have told me. At least, his pranks seemed very well-thought out and such. (Or perhaps the brains of the operation was Remus or James ... Sirius might have been there to look pretty and get people in trouble. Naturally, of course.) Still, though! I can imagine him perfectly well knitting a few scarves or something. Pfft. What a typical male. I wrote to Hermione about it. She agrees with me about it. Males of the world are doomed to be morons for the rest of their lives unless some very unfortunate person gives them a very good whack in the head with a frying pan.
Unless, of course, they would bemoan and complain about how horrid they've been treated; like Sirius is doing at the moment. He stormed from the room. Ugh. Typical, typical, typical! I mean, honestly, from what Molly and Remus have told me, he's always like this.
Damn.
Not always, they went on to explain, when I gagged, fell out of my chair, and procedded to lay on the ground, whilst twitching very convincingly.
Well, not that convincingly. Somehow I don't think they thought I was serious.
Laughing, and all.
Would've been insulted if I hadn't laughed, as well. Would've doubled over in laughter. Had I not been already on the floor.
Anywho, at least they agreed with me about Sirius being a rather dramatic fellow. Remus confided that he had been a regular drama queen in his school-days. Whilst being a hit with the ladies. It does make on think about this cousin of mine. Love him, really I do, but I swear! I suppose I should be more understanding, because he's got too much stuff to worry about now, too. Staying inside so he won't get caught and all. I'll try and ignore the brood-factor for a while.
Or hit him with a broom. Or a teacup. Maybe that'll work.
I doubt it. His head's too thick.
Of course.
Well, not much has happened since my last entry. Still working on buisness for the Order, along with Auror work from the ministry. Not that there's much to do in that direction, because Fudge - incompetant Minister that he is - STILL doesn't believe that Voldemort is back. You know, I really think the fellow's starting to loose it. Whenever I walk by his office on the way out, or go past him in the halls I notice how ... shitty he looks. There's honestly no other word for it! Looks like he's not getting enough sleep. His clothes are all mussed and not matching even more than usual. I think he's forgotten how to turn on a light, and gets dressed in the dark, or something. He's also started to talk to himself. See, I think he really does believe that Voldemort is back ... But he doesn't want to risk everything to believe it openly. Wait, no, let me change that. He's too scared. And not sure he believes it yet, so is against it so much so that people won't start to think he might possibly NOT be against it.
Men. So confusing. Yeesh.
Anyway, I think the rest of the Order are looking for me. They seem to think that I make too much noise for me to be this quiet, so I'm 'up to something'.
Now who would think a silly thing like that?
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A/N: Tonks is a bit of a feminist, I realized. XD And I apologize for this entry being a little shorter than the last one.