8th May, 1995
Kitchen, Grimmauld Place
10:42 AM
Woke up this morning with a terrible urge to throw something. After several pulls for power with my inner destructor, the urge won and I threw my glasses (the fake ones, yeah) at the wall. They broke with a satisfying crack.
Then I felt like throwing my bedside lamp at the wall too. Ended up throwing it, again, and it crashed on to the floor with a rather loud smash.
Then I made a dreadful mistake by picking up my wand and throwing it at the wall, as well. My wand's pretty damn powerful, you see; Ponvatier (not as good as Ollivander's, but still pretty good), twelve point four inches, polished strawberry, core of Boggart entrails, perfect for Transfiguration. Sounds disgusting, I know, but it was special, a rare core and wood.
Anyway, the bloody thing gave off a few sparks, then the very dry, peeling wood of the floor set on fire. Horrified, I watched as the fire made its way across the floorboards and up the doorframe, running across my wand as well. Finally, recovered enough sense to call for help. Only one in the house was Remus, and by the time he got here, all that was left of my wand was a twisted, deformed lump of ashy wood.
Then I realised I was standing there in the tiny nightie my mother gave me when I was six. It has little hearts on it. And teddy bears. And a whole host of other incredibly childish things. Also, it barely covers my arse, for Merlin's sake!
So, once again, I humiliated myself in front of the man who I'm falling for. Luckily, he said nothing after he put out the fire, he just walked out. I'd have preferred if he had grabbed me and snogged me senseless, but I reckon he was a bit hung over.
Either that or he was just ignoring me.
I think I'll stick with the former.
10:52 AM
Say, I need to buy a new wand.
Maybe I'll stop by Ollivander's later today.
12:19 PM
Am officially creeped out.
It all started today when I stopped by Ollivander's to get myself a new wand. When I went in the place, I saw John there, talking to good old Ollivander himself. I tried to sneak out, but he spotted me, so I put on my nice smiling face and he struck up a conversation.
"Tonks! I haven't talked to you for a few days!"
"Um... wotcher, John." Squirmed. Hoped Ollivander would save me, but he started stacking back up a whole load of loose wand cases.
"We have so much to catch up on!" I'm starting to think John's gay. After all, the only people who've told me "we have so much to catch up on" were - well, my gay male friends.
"Sure." Squirmed some more.
"What about a night out at a nightclub? Say, this Friday? All Ministry employees have Friday evening off, right?"
"Er-" Paused, then glanced around, using my puppy-dog eyes to lure Ollivander towards us. It worked. "Say, John, why don't we talk about this later? Well, yes, see you later. Bye!"
Before he could say anything else, I ran to the other end of the room, to where I plonked down on a stool and began to get fitted for a wand.
I went through a good half-hour's worth of wands; being a Metamorphagi, it's pretty hard to be fitted with a wand that'll respond perfectly to our unique magical genes. Finally, I picked up one particularly long wand, gave it a wave, and it felt perfect. A scattering of colourful gems fell on to the floor.
Ollivander gave me one of his piercing trademark stares, and murmured softly, "An odd combination, Miss Tonks. The only core different from all the others in all my years I've made; the rarest wood I've ever carved. Thirteen and a half inches, sturdy, excellent for Transfiguration,Arran rowan wood, three hairs from the hackle of a male wolf on a full moon. Thirty years it's been in my inventory, Miss Tonks. Take good care of it."
Paid the eighteen galleons it was worth. Sure as bloody hell rare, more than twice the cost of a normal wand. I did work a little magic with it, though, I barely had to flick it to change the kitchen table into a pig.
12:32 PM
Wait a second - did he say a wolf?
...on the full moon?
Oh, Merlin.
1:52 PM
Hey, there's another emergency Order meeting today, in the evening. Hopefully we'll get more light on what's happening with the whole spy thing. According to McGonagall's owl, they've found out who it is. Before I could read any more, though, the minute-timed letter burst into flames. I was never really a fast reader.
Strangely, Molly (stopped over here to cook for the meeting - no matter how many people are here, she always does, really early too) and Sirius kept staring at me sympathetically. Something I don't know about, I suppose.
Remus hasn't come down from his room yet. Hopefully, he'll come out slightly less - I dunno, annoyed at me or something like that - and will actually talk to me now. I reckon I'll be so poised, and calm, and collected, that he can't help but listen to me.
Not like that's going to be a problem, you know. Because I am poised, calm, and collected.
Except not, y'know, all the time.
Ah, who am I kidding?
Bedroom, 12 Grimmauld Place
11:41 PM
I have extremely bad news. On the other hand, I have really good news also.
Bad news: John betrayed the Order.
It turns out he's a bloody Death Eater - well, the beginnings of one. You see, in the Ministry, Voldemort's placed job deals for the power-hungry employees. Amazingly, the advertisments seem to have nothing to do with Voldemort's activities, I suppose that's why quite a few of the employees in different departments have joined.
John was one of them, I suppose. He joined for power, like what virtually every Ministry employee is aiming for, and he just turned into a pawn for Voldemort. He told Voldemort everything.
Of course, I was so bloody stupid to believe him, with his stories of his kid sister and his childhood and stuff... of course, he so subtly jammed in questions about my life that I spilled about the Order, and I even brought him to Grimmauld. Luckily, Dumbledore invented a handy little charm: before a member of the Order is initiated, and he or she goes to meetings, after they leave Grimmauld they forget where they are, and just go home. That saved me.
I can't believe that I was so stupidto fall for all of his traps! Granted, I do feel a bit calmer than I did an hour or so ago, but still...
And now is for the good news!
I'm in Remus' room right now.
Well, actually, I'm sitting on the bed, and we just -
Not that, you sick-minded pervert of a diary!
I simply can't believe you. Hmph.
Anyway... where was I?
Well, it all started like this: the time of the month made me incredibly soggy, and I ran upstairs after I found out about the whole John thing, and I accidently stormed into Remus' room by mistake. He was at his desk, hunched over some little thing I hadn't caught sight of, and when he heard me, he stuffed the thing into his pocket and stood around to face me. A flicker of confusion swept over his face, then he asked me what was wrong.
I burst into tears then, and he was so horribly alarmed that when I dashed and flung myself into his arms (tripping over one of his books on the way) he just very awkwardly patted my head.
Then, of course, I told him everything that had happened - not by my own will, of course, but that bloody potion messing up my words. In the comfort of his nice warm arms, and his soft, albeit threadbare jumper, and under all those clothes he must have a very nice bod-
Let me take a breath of air, first.
..Okay.
Well, when I said how stupid I must have been, he just gave a little smile down at me, pulled away slightly, then said in quite the most romantic words anyone's ever said to me, "You're not stupid, Tonks. Maybe a little blinded, but not stupid. You are the furthest from stupid that is ever possible -" he looked quite surprised as he said it, I thik the potion was acting up on him, too - "you're intelligent, funny, very attractive..." Remus trailed off and turned a becoming shade of red.
Before I could say thanks, though, he blurted, "I think I like you, Tonks, and not in the way that a friend likes a friend, I mean - well, I'm terribly inarticulate at the moment so please make be be quiet."
I was surprised at this, and I might say I was gaping like a bloody goldfish (ha, so much for poised, calm, and collected) but he just lowered his head, still looking flustered, and placed a very sweet kiss on my nose.
I still did nothing, for some reason. So I stood there, petrified, and blushed.
So, he pulled away and said in a very small voice, "Of course, if you don't feel that way - I daresay I'm the stupid one at the moment. Well, forget what I said, if you please."
I finally resumed my sanity, called him a stupid git, and kissed him on the lips.
After that, I could actually feel the potion's effects wearing away, and I swear it wasn't a lustful kiss, either, just a little one. He grinned down at me (damn those beautiful eyes) and we sort of ...cuddled.
...I think I'll be getting that snog any time now.
A/N: alrightly, in unison now...
AWWWWWWW.
(coughs, then resumes actual author's note)
Of course I'm not an evil pr0cr4s71n470r. Just.. well, rather out of line. (grins)
So, there goes the dreadfully fluffy second-last chapter! What can be next, you ask, if they've gotten together now?
Oooh, so much more. In the next chapter: names, bear hugs galore, and the return of the evil hot-pink rubber ducky from chapter four. ;-)
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I agree with you guys on the topic of tomatoes. Pomegranates are just so much nicer. For one, they're not squishy. Though the hard skin might pose a problem... :-)