July 15th, Sunday
Emotional wounds: 1 (huge, still aching and consuming all happiness); people with exactly the same problem I've got – men - : 4 in this house, countless on this earth
Am still a little cranky, and I still can't bear to look at myself in the mirror, or look at the clothes on the floor. But the wound is starting to heal. Last night, Ginny, Hermione, Molly and Mum stormed into my room right in the middle of my umpteenth crying session this week.
"Tonks, what's wrong? Remus came down saying you were looking all weird and that you had come to his room and then just left crying and he didn't know what happened."
I didn't look up.
"Go away. I don't want to see anyone."
"Tonks, that's rubbish. Tell us what happened. Did Remus say something? What did he mean with "you looked weird"?" I jumped up and pointed at the rather rumpled dress.
"This. This is what looks weird in Remus' eyes. I just wanted to try on Mum's present, and I liked it. So I didn't change back before going to his room to apologise. And he just stared at me, and said I looked different, and then he honestly asked if I was sick!" A collective gasp went through my audience. My mum sank down on my bed weakly. Ginny shook her hands to the sky (or rather, the ceiling), and Molly muttered "Honestly, men!" under her breath. Hermione exploded.
"That is so typical! They read Playwizard and look after every damn arse in Diagon Alley, but when the everyday girl besides them wants to look pretty for once, they panic and ask us if everything's alright. Why can't they just compliment us for once? Just something like "you look nice" would be enough, that's all we want." We looked at Hermione in awe. She'd totally hit the nerve with her little speech, though I got the sneaking suspicion she wasn't talking about Remus. But that's a different matter. Then Ginny spoke up.
"They never notice anything. They haven't even noticed I'm my own person yet. Most of them see me as Ron's sister, or Arthur Weasley's daughter, or whatever. But I'm not just a sister, or a daughter, a chaser or a potions partner. I'm a girl, dammit!" Molly sighed and sank down on my armchair, not bothering to clear it of the pair of jeans laying there.
"Yep, that's what they are. They never notice anything. I can't tell you how many times I've sat at the table with the fine china and the white candles and tablecloth in my best dress, and Arthur comes home, looks around confusedly and asks me if there's something special. No, nothing special, except that we've now been married for twenty-five years. Or did you fail to notice because you were so busy at the ministry?" There's a moment of silence, before we all sigh collectively.
"Men!"
A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update. I just had a lot to do. Unfortunately, I won't be able to update anytime soon, because I'll be going away for the next week. I'll leave you another bit of Remus/Tonks goodness to help you through, though.