"Wotcher, Remus!"
Remus looked over to see Tonks carrying a large box. She had long blonde hair and emerald coloured eyes today. "Hello, Tonks," he said, putting down his book and tucking his hands away in the sleeves of his robes. "What are you carrying that box for?"
"Halloween's coming up, and I scabbed all these feathers from the cook at the Three Broomsticks for my costume for the Ministry party. I'm going as an angel," Tonks said proudly, coming into the room.
"Er, you might want to mind that -" Remus had begun, but too late - Tonks tripped over the telescope stand that was lying dissembled along the floor, and the open box spilled feathers into the open air.
"Oh, ouch!" Tonks cried from her new position on the floor. Remus brushed some feathers from his lap with a sigh, and stood. "Alright there?" He asked as he bent to help the young witch from the floor.
"Nothing hurt but my pride, as always," Tonks said cheerfully, brushing some feathers from the backs of her legs. She suddenly grinned at Remus. He found himself smiling back. "What is it?"
"You've got a feather, right here." She reached over and ran a hand over and partially through Remus' hair. He couldn't help but shiver, and his smile faltered. "Uhm. Thank you." He looked around the room, and his smile returned. "I'll clean this up for you, shall I?"
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"Wotcher, Remus!"
The wizard quickly finished placing charms on the various cooking instruments to ensure they would all stir, beat, or turn the different foods properly, before looking over to a blue-haired Tonks. As he opened his mouth to greet the Auror, though, she somehow managed to walk into the edge of the large kitchen table, then in her efforts to get away from it stumble into a chair and knock it over, following it to the ground. "Damn!" She said, as Remus snorted with laughter and stepped over to help her up. "I cracked the backrest," she said, pointing as she held onto his arm and stood. "Bloody hell, I can never do anything right."
"That's alright," Remus said, patting her arm quite nervously and stepping away enough for her arm to drop. "It's easy enough to fix." He raised his wand, and, "Reparo!"
"I could've done that, you know," Tonks said, rather sulkily.
Remus looked at her, and couldn't help pulling a face. Tonks' pouting lips pulled upwards at the edges, but she looked away, while Remus felt utterly stupid and childish for making a face in the first place.
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"Wotcher, Remus!"
Remus wasn't brave enough to look up. He had heard the swishing and squelching of something that Tonks was undoubtably about to make a mess of. "Uh, hello, Tonks," he said, unconsciously gripping his quill tighter.
Sure enough, a second later he heard her trip into something - possibly the base of that stupid statue Kingsley had put in the sitting room for some reason - and he felt the wet liquid - whatever it was - on the back of his robes. He sighed, put down his quill, and got up to help.
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"Wotcher, Remus!"
Remus groaned, and put a hand to his forehead.