Contemplation
Disclaimer: I neither own nor profit from J.K.Rowling's Harry Potter series. All characters belong to her.
Author's Note: These are just short vignettes displaying interactions between Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks during OotP, written because I had an idea. Well, several, actually. My tribute to the genius of salt-rose, whose tiny glimpses into said characters' lives were absolutely amazing. And to LRES readers, I will have another chapter up soon, I promise.
She hands him a plate of toast on a Wednesday morning before heading to the Ministry. No butter, just jam. She's been observing him, and he hasn't noticed until now.
"What do you think?" She wiggles her eyebrows toward her key-lime hair, spiked short and glaringly out of place in the kitchen of Number Twelve.
"I liked it better orange," he says simply, and she looks at Sirius, who is in One Of His Moods. He's sitting at the table, sipping at tea with a dark expression, and doesn't offer much support.
"Orange doesn't go with Auror robes," she sighs, lifting a sleeve and waggling it a bit.
"Oh, right, of course. Green is certainly preferable." She smacks him lightly on the arm as he takes a seat, and Sirius eyes them silently from behind a blue mug.