Prompt Where are the bones on that one / What if the cure is worse than the disease / Serve me up some pretty, pretty people / Serve me up somebody I can believe / Don't feel sorry for me / I hate that look on your face / You say just let go / You say come back home / I say I'm just fallen from grace / I'm naked in a hotel room / My station comin' in loud and clear / I'm making out with my one true love / I'm making this hotel room disappear. Joan Osborne, Dracula Moon
He tried not to stare when Tonks tripped through the door. She looked tired and drawn, her hair a mousy shade of brown he'd never seen before. She gave a nervous smile and sank into the chair Arthur pulled out for her. Remus turned back to his plate, pushing the vegetables around and around.
To his left, Dumbledore cleared his throat before speaking softly. "I don't mean to ruin the celebratory mood, Remus, but how are you managing?"
I'm doing quite well, he thought, considering I miss her more than I have the right to do.
"Fine, thanks," he said.