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She laughed, "I saw that you made friends with the Weasley twins?" She said, smirking slightly at me. I shrugged.
"I suppose."
"I think they feel like your another little sister, kind of like they have a feeling of protection over you or something." I looked over to where the twins were leaned in, whispering about prank plans, no doubt.
"Yeah."
RPOV
"Well, Happy Christmas, Mione! I'll see you after break!" I said, giving her a hug.
"Happy Christmas, Rita, I'll make sure to write!" She said as I lugged my trunk onto the train.
I sighed and walked slowly along the corridor to the very last train compartment. I was sure to be bored over break, what with no quidditch, barely any schoolwork, and no way to laze around outside. I felt slightly bad for Harry, at the last game against Hufflepuff his broom had been entirely pulverized.
I slide the door open and put my trunk up, before pulling out my book and taking a seat.
"Rita! Oh dear, I'm so glad to be able to to see you after so long, it's been quite lonely at the house." Tonks said, enveloping me in tight hug. I hugged her back before grabbing up my trunk again, and grabbing her hand as she apparated back to the house.
I walked in to find the house exactly as it had been. I looked at Tonks questionably.
"I thought maybe you would want something to do while we were stuck here. You know, give you something to take your mind off everything." She said softly.
"Oh. Right."
"So... How has school been? Has the Potter boy been any nicer lately? What about Weasley?" I shook my head.
"Ronald's just as snooty to me as he always is, and Harry seems to hate my guts more with every passing day, but Hermione has got my marks way up, I'm almost the third smartest Gryffindor in our year." I said, draping my cloak over the back of the kitchen chair. There was a kettle screaming on the stove, and I pulled out two cups.
"Great! With Miss Granger's help you should be getting right up there with the Ravenclaws!" She said excitedly. I laughed a little and shook my head.
"I wouldn't push it that far, Tonks..." She poured some tea in each of our cups and sat down at the small circular table across from me.
"So... That's all, then?" She asked, "Nothing else exciting?"
"Well, I'm friends with the twins now- the Weasley twins- and we-mostly them- pranked Snape..." I said, my hands wrapped around the warm tea cup as I stared out the window at the steady snowfall.
"Really? Usually I would be disappointed, but he's a bit of a wanker... What did you do?" She asked, a hint of a smile slowly creeping across her face.
"Well, I helped them make a potion to change his hair color, and they snuck it in his drink. It made his hair like a rainbow, it was pretty wicked." I said. Looking out at the heavy snow reminded me of that dog that had hung around this summer.
Poor thing, probably freezing out there.
I wonder if it's still walking around here.
"Rita? Helloooo? Rita!" Tonks said, waving her hand in front of my face. I snapped back to attention and slowly dragged my eyes from the window to her face.
"Yeah?"
"Are… Are you okay?" She asked. I nodded slowly.
"Yeah."
She sighed, "Look. I know this has to be hard for you, especially now, but I'm going to try and make it as good as I can, alright?" She asked. I nodded and looked back out the window.
"I mean, I know he's done bad things and everything, but… He's still my father, you know? No matter how hard I try, I can't get myself to hate him like I should. And I know it's probably a death wish- but I wish I could talk to him…. If only for a moment." I said, stirring my tea cup and frowning into it's brown depths.
She nodded.
"I get it, trust me, I understand what you mean. If I were you I would probably be thinking along the same lines."
"Can we get a tree?" I asked. She smiled brightly and nodded quickly, sending our still full cups to the sink.
"Put on your gloves and coat and we can go and get a tree from the muggle down the street." She said. I nodded and quickly ran to my room, throwing on my coat when I got there. Something outside the window caught my eye.
I had a large window with a window seat that showed straight out to our backyard. It was beautiful this time of year, and the snow glimmered brightly. But, alone in the middle of white and blotches of evergreen, was a small black dog. I smiled and walked up to the window, pressing my nose to the cold glass. The dog stood up and trotted closer. I smiled softly and waved. He lifted his paw and swatted at the air.
I turned quickly and ran from the room.
"Hang on, Tonks. I'm going to make a small bowl of food and water for hat stray dog outside!" I called from the kitchen.
"Okay!" She called back, her voice muffled.
I grabbed two bowls and threw open the fridge. In one i put some of the chicken Tonks had made sometime this week, and the other I filled with warm water.
I walked out through the backdoor in the kitchen. The dog's head snapped over to me the moment I stepped outside on the crunchy snow. He came running over and started running circles around me. I laughed a little, the sound kind of odd in the silentness of winter.
"Careful, You'll make me spill it everywhere!" I warned. As if he could understand me, he sat down immediately. I set the bowls down in front of him.
"There." I said, petting his head a little when he sat down and started eating.
"I bet life is so much easier as a dog, hu?" I asked, like he could respond.
"What do you even do all day? Rob the butcher's shop?" I asked, laughing to myself.
"Rita! Hurry up!" Tonks called from the front.
"Coming!" I yelled back, standing up and brushing snow off my jeans.
I pushed the red sleeves of my sweater up to my elbows. We had finally finished the tree, and now Tonks stood on chair as she finished hanging up the last strand of lights over the wide living room window.
I laughed as I saw the dog still sitting out there.
"He must really like you. Doesn't come around much when you aren't here." Tonks said, laughing.
"Do you feed him?" I asked.
"No."
"Then that's probably why." She laughed again and stepped down off the chair.
"Done!" She said, her hands on her hips as she surveyed her work.
"Nice. Let's eat!" I said, walking into the kitchen.
"Haha, okay." Tonks followed me and opened the fridge door.
"Hey, Tonks?" I asked.
"Yeah?"
"Can I fly my broom tomorrow?" I asked. She laughed.
"Sure, I don't see why not. Just not all day, because we are going over to Mum's house for Christmas Eve's dinner."
"Yes! Thank you!" I said. She shook her head and laughed.
"You're welcome."
She put the plates on the table and we sat down, digging in.
"When's the next Gryffindor match?" She asked.
"Couple months, in March. Against Ravenclaw."I said. She nodded.
"I was thinking, that maybe- if you were still planning on playing Quidditch next year, that I could get you a new broom for your birthday. It would have to count for a Christmas present as well, seeing as it would be pretty expensive-" I cut her off mid-sentence.
"Tonks. I really don't mind my broom. It's worked perfectly for me so far, It's my trusty sidekick, pretty much. Don't stretch yourself too thin, I don't need another broom. Thank you, though." I said quickly. She smiled.
"Okay."
"Tonks! I'm not going to fall!" I protested as she cast a padding spell on the ground.
"It's just a precaution!" She defended. I groaned and glared at the stray, who seemed to be rolling around in laughter.
"You hush you!" I said, throwing a snowball at it.
"There. All done, go ahead." She said. I muttered a thanks, and hopped on my broom. I flew around in a few circles at first, before flying upside down. My hair fell straight down, hanging towards the ground like a black waterfall. I laughed merrily and righted the broom, my face red from blood rush.
I did it again, this time letting go of the broom, holding on with only my legs. I started to slip, so I quickly grabbed it and flew up right. I flew straight towards the ground but pulled up about five feet from it.
How does Potter do that?! He's barely an inch from the ground most of the time!
I wasn't paying attention, and slipped. I slipped and grabbed onto my broom, but my gloves were slippery from snow, and my fingers slipped. I wasn't very high up, and the ground was already soft from the snow, so it wasn't like I would have needed the padding anyways. I laid in the snow, my hair splayed out in a dark halo, laughing. The dog quickly trotted up and started licking my hand. I laughed and sat up. I petted his head, and smoothed down my crazy hair. He rolled around in the snow, making little paths. I laughed quickly, and flopped backwards, making a snow angel.
"Rita!" Come inside so you can shower, please!" she called.
"Okay, I'm coming!" I yelled back, whilst sneaking up behind the stray with armfuls of snow. I stood over him, and dropped all of it on him. He barked and stood up quickly, shaking the snow off all over me. I laughed loudly before running inside.