2nd May, 1995
Cubicle, Auror Department
5:24 AM
Kingsley asked me to come early to work today. Apparently there's been a whole bit of controversy about the Death Eaters and Voldemort, and Dumbledore's disappearance last month is still circulating around the press; there've been a few articles in the lesser known 'papers about him. Headlines like "DUMBLEDORE IN DUNGEONS?" and "HEADMASTER SUSPECTED HEADLESS!" I doubt any of them are true, actually. Dumbledore hasn't even told the Order where he is, and those articles seem pretty reliant on alliteration in the titles.
Still, that's no reason at all for Kingsley to come to Headquarters, barge into my room and poke me until I woke up! I had only about three hours of sleep, and I wasn't even on a bloody mission!
Talk about sleep...
8:12 AM
Sod it! I slept! Kingsley's going to kill me when he finds out I haven't finished all these ruddy sheets!
Second-Floor Bathroom, 12 Grimmauld Place
7:39 PM
Aaahh. Nice... warm... bath. Bubbles. And a hot pink rubber duck. What more could a tired, ultra-sexy, kick-butt, irresistible female Auror enjoy?
Er, maybe not as much ultra-sexy and irresistible. But kick-butt, definitely.
...I must admit, it'd be better if I had -
NO, Tonks! BAD thoughts!
...I wonder why Remus doesn't even know? You would think Sirius would drop a whole lot of hints, or something. Sirius is like that. Sure, he's been extra sneaky looking the last few days, but he hasn't said anything to Remus; that is, I don't think so.
Anyway, it's just so bloody frustrating how Remus never gets all the hints I've been throwing at him the last couple of days. Or weeks. Or even months, if you'd like that better.
You'd think he'd realize how much I like him. I mean, I don't ever wear my hair long and brown, like natural, and I don't usually do lap dances, even if I'm utterly and completely smashed; nor do I usually shriek with delight at people's presents, or ask for books from people who probably actually do know the meaning of haemulidae. I'd say that I've been pretty clear in my intentions!
...Unless he thinks I've put on this failing show for someone else, that is. Like - I dunno, Charlie, or Bill, or even Kingsley. Or maybe he doesn't even think I'm old enough! Well, I can be mature, Remus John Lupin! I'll show you!
Merlin, this is frustrating. Sometimes I just want to get hold of something and squeeze until -
Damn duck! Evil, it is. Oh yes, it might have been cute at the beginning, but nooooo, it's eeeeeeevil. Don't you DARE squeak so innocently when I strangle you by seizing your neck! Stupid, satanic duck...
Bedroom, 12 Grimmauld Place
7:58 PM
And again, I was HUMILIATED! EVIL DUCK! EVIL!
You don't want to know.
...Fine.
I chucked the rubber duck at Remus.
I didn't mean to, I swear! I was going to throw it at the door, but then just as I did Remus must've accidentally opened the door or something, I forgot to lock it, and it hit him straight on the forehead!
Why he was opening the closed door of a bathroom is beyond me, though. And he should've known I was in there, I'm the only person usually in the house, other than Sirius. Hm.
Anyway, it hit him and he looked rather stunned for a moment before apologising for the obvious breach of my privacy (no doubt he thought I threw the duck at him 'cause he'd opened the door) and closed the door quietly.
The least he could do was come in and snog me. That'd be nice. Not like I regularly think about him snogging me, really. Really.
Erm. Yes.
I think I'll get out now.
Kitchen, 12 Grimmauld Place
11:47 PM
Sirius just discovered some corked bottle of 1972 cherry ice wine or something down in the cellar. I pestered him for a bit, he wouldn't let me have any at first; I guess he was planning to sneak it up to his dead mum's room. Anyway, I gave him the revered puppy-dog stare, and he crumpled like someone being hit with Avada Kedavra! There's no way he can resist the puppy-dog stare. You'd think he would have developed some sort of immunity to it (which I'm pretty sure he has over the years... that's strange, that he let me have some).
He just poured me a glass, and he's asking whether it's good or not. That's strange, too. Usually, Sirius'd dive right in for the kill - I mean, drink, of course, and wouldn't even ask if I'd wanted him to pour it. Strange, yes, but maybe he's just changing from being cooped up in here.
Mmm. It does taste good. Has a sort of rustic, country-like taste, and smells like cherries and grapes. Very strong scent, but really nice. It's aged really well.
...Ackk! Remus is coming down the stairs! Oh, bloody hell, he's here and Sirius is pouring him a glass too. Right, now Remus is thanking Sirius and he's taken a sip...
Why do I always feel like I'm stalking him?
After all, it's not like I follow him around or watch him do things, even if they're not of the slightest importance, or - or -
Er. Well, I suppose it's not exactly stalking, really; just... observation. Right?
...Come to think of it, this wine tastes a little funny.
I mean, it's sort of... got this little sour taste, and the smell's actually not really sweet... it's bittersweet, but more bitter, really. And the colour - for cherry ice wine, it ought to be purple-y redder, but it has this tinge of clouded... blue? Or grey? No, it's actually just sort of this cloudy colour. That's strange...
Maybe Sirius spiked it with vodka - but why would he have done that? High-quality wine should never be mixed with other alcohol or spirits. He knows that...
Now I have this really strange headache, for some reason. And I doubt it's because Remus is sitting across the table from me, though I don't have any doubts that any other sensible woman would get twitchy around him. Sigh. I think it's the wine.
Wait a second - I think it's the wine.
Oh crap crap crap crap! Sirius Black, you wouldn't dare!
A/N: Wouldn't dare what? ;-) That for me to know and you to find out... in the next chapter. Told you Sirius was being sneaky. Next chapter: more Remus and Tonks. Ah, feel the love.
Review, pretty please with a cherry-flavoured bottle of ice wine on top?