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.
He's sitting in his bedroom, staring at the ceiling and listening to Blue Turns to Grey. These times, hours and days spent in the manor, are what he hates most, as it allows him to think. More accurately, it forces him to think. He wishes for an assignment, something to break the monotony of a March afternoon, but instead all he hears is the low groan of an opening door. And of course, of course, it is her.
She sticks her head around the dark wooden frame, all tangerine hair and wide eyes, and says, "Take me to the beach."
"Sod off. It's cold out."
"Then you can lend me your jumper. Come on."