7th May, 1995
Cubicle, Auror Department
10:32 AM
Reckon Kingsley'll notice if I nip down to Muggle London for a spot of morning tea?
Probably.
10:33 AM
Maybe I should get a tattoo, or a nose piercing or something.
Of course, I could quite as easily accidentally get rid of them by forgetting to keep them while morphing. It's hard enough to keep three ear piercings in check, already.
10:36 AM
I've only just now realised how boring being an Auror can be at times.
The whole of my group (Fourth Squad, Third Platoon, First Company) is waiting around for word from Nickel Pennywheel. Good old Nick's investigating a bunch of rogue trolls who are terrorising Muggles living in Surrey; we're going to have to keep waiting until a message comes from him. If the trolls get seen by too many people, they might have to send in the Magical Law Enforcement Squad and the Obliviators. Horrible stuff, are trolls. Apparently Harry and Ron knocked a full-grown mountain troll in their second year; there's not many adult wizards that would be brave enough to get within ten feet from a troll!
There's a bit of hush-hush rumors going about concerning the trolls, also; they're saying someone sent them specifically to kill a Muggle or two or ten or a dozen. Kingsley's told the people posted at Order Headquarters at the moment; that'll be Sturgis and Elphias, they'll pass on the message to any other members who are available. They'll go and investigate the trolls as well, except they'll be trying to see if any of it's Voldemort's work. Luckily, there's quite a few members who are already in Surrey, trying to disarm a few Death Eaters McGonagall's found out are lurking in some of the suburban neighbourhoods.
Order Meeting Room, 12 Grimmauld Place
7:03 PM
How terrible!
It turns out that there's a spy in the Order. McGonagall called an emergency meeting, with only the most trusted members in it; that's Molly, Arthur, Mad-Eye, Remus, Sirius, Kingsley, and Dedalus, as well as me. She told us that Sturgis, Elphias, and their crew found that the trolls hadn't just been aiming for the Muggles in that area, they had tried to pick off the Order members we had sent there to get rid of the Death-Eaters! Someone had told Voldemort that some of our members would be in Surrey today; that means the person who told must have been at yesterday's meeting. It's horrible, not knowing who to trust and who not to trust.
Well, anyway, McGonagall told us to be on the lookout for any Order members who're looking especially sneaky, or who are asking strange questions, and so on. In this war, I suppose it's best not to trust many people at all.
Bar, The Three Broomsticks
7:42 PM
Just craved a whole load of dark chocolate, so I Apparated over to Honeydukes to get my fix. Meanwhile, decided to come over here for a nice Butterbeer or two.
Of course, I had to come to the one place where Remus Lupin is sitting, right now. Next. To. Me.
Thank Circe I decided on a completely different look (black hair, hazel eyes, rather stocky build), but still, every time he moves, I find myself wanting to talk to him.
Bloody hell!
And I'm not stalking him. Just because I happened to sit next to him, in the midst of a very not-busy-at-all pub, where I could've chosen about a million other places to have a seat. Erm. Yes. Back to the matter at hand.
He's drinking scotch again. If he keeps it up, he'll turn into an alcoholic soon. And he still doesn't talk to me, even in Grimmauld Place with everyone, he just sort of ignores me unless I directly ask him something, and even then, he just says "yes" or "no" or "mm-hmm" or something equally vague.
Sigh.
Whoops!
Oh dear.
8:02 PM
I accidentally knocked over my Butterbeer. It promptly spilled all over you, and Remus' elbow.
Well, that's one way to get men to notice me.
Anyway, he turned around as I was frantically trying to wipe all the Butterbeer off you, and he was about to apologise (for doing nothing, by the way), then stopped and said thoughtfully, "do I know you?"
I was torn between saying yes and no, so I ended up saying "ye - n - say, is that scotch?" while accidentally knocking over his glass while I was gesturing to it as well.
His eyes narrowed, and he said suspiciously, "Tonks?" at which I immediately flushed a bright red. Giving it away completely, I cleared my throat hopefully, but he cut me off before I could say a thing.
"Tonks, I appreciate your concern, but I'm fine. Look, Nymphadora, I don't know what I feel for you - be it a concupiscent attraction, or something more - but I can't do this, I need time." He stood up, donned his cloak, and swept outside.
Then I promptly fell off my chair.
He loves me!
...Say, what does concupiscent mean again?
8:07 PM
He loves me!
A/N: Gackkk, I know it's so short and horribly written otherwise! (ducks in order to avoid angry readers) I had a dreadful case of writer's block over the weekend, and I couldn't think of how I could finish this, and another one-shot I'm writing! I feel horrible, just so you know, and I'll make sure the next chapter is extra-long for your enjoyment! Um... also... (looks around furtively) thenextchapteristhesecondlast.
(ducks again to avoid hordes of rotten tomatoes)
Thanks to my reviewers: SCK all that's missing is U, Pickledishkiller, FCK all that's missing is U, starnat, crazy turtle, Lone Stranger, mercutio-rane, Phillipa of the Phoenix, charmingsponge, New England Shopper, ms.understood, and madamwolf! Yay!
ms.understood: Actually, I was planning to do this as a stand-alone... I toyed with the idea of Remus' POV for a little while, but then I realised that it would be too revealing to show his mind. If someone else did it, that would be (alas) somehow even worse, because I am a dreadfully meticulous person when it comes to writing, and I would pick only the most articulate, intelligent, understanding, and psychic person to write his rather wordy POV. Even then, I would find critique for them XD However, I have no doubt you'd be wonderful for the job... if I could give up my precious Remus' mind to someone else, lol!