a little longer to get up, a partially bland chappie and bam! you have the next one. i still am rethinking all of the title and the summarry. it just isnt working well for me right now. i typed this while listening to wicked and i suggest you do that too. well read it anyways. i will dedicate this chappie to my favorite teacher, though she doesnt really read fanfic. to Ms. Seldon! (")

Having another girl in the house was rewarding for Tonks, seeing that she was often very lonely and depressed all alone with no one to cry with when she watched cheesy chick flicks or read soppy romance books. Ginny probably wasn't that girly, that she wanted to do that but they shared the living room and at seven in the morning, Ginny had already been awake and Tonks was just getting up. There was a very good reason for this.

"Good morning. When did you wake up?" Tonks asked, yawning and walking over to the kitchen where Ginny was looking for microwave popcorn.

"I woke up about an hour ago and spent some time getting dressed; cleaning up my sleeping area and now I am trying to find where you keep the microwave popcorn. Oh, and good morning to you too." Wow. Tonks could never be able to be like Ginny, and she was still young enough to have an impression left on her. Grumbling, Nymphadora walked down the hall to her room where she was going to stay and get dressed. Maybe paint her toenails and, if she was lucky, she would get Ginny to join in on the fun too.

Once in the room, Tonks noticed an immediate change. The floor was cleaner and the color of it was tiling made out of mirrors to make the room seem twice as big. On her bed there were two stacks of clothing; clean and dirty. Ginny did more than what she said she did. Going to her closet, Tonks picked out the most exciting dress to wear to her job, a silver and midnight blue cocktail dress that had the belt impression and a high skirt that had many frills. After morphing her hair to a very curly shade of hot pink, Tonks grabbed her best mug, a box of nail polish and a chick flick called 'twilight'. The things she couldn't do with her mom…

"Ginny, darling, how would you like to watch a very cheesy chick flick, paint each other's nails, and finally eat microwave popcorn for breakfast?"

"I would love to, but only if I knew where the popcorn was." Ginny said, a little upset and aggravated at the various empty drawers that were supposed to hold food, but instead had books or movies in them, and more commonly various cd's by very different artists.

"Try looking in the cabinet above the sink. I think that it is in there and if there isn't any then we will feast on toast or something." Tonks said as she put in the chick flick and setting up the nail polish on the coffee table.

Soon the popcorn was popping away in the microwave and Ginny was sitting on the couch picking out her nail polish along with Tonks. 'Twilight' was playing through the main menu, why the muggles thought they were so smart to have moving and sound making moving pictures. Things like that always impressed wizards and witches, and Tonks briefly thought about inviting Arthur over to see this muggle invention. But that presented some problems because he would pester her about it and then want to take it apart. This was getting annoying for her whenever she met up with Arthur, mainly because of that.

When the popcorn was all put into the ceramic bowl and the nail polish was chosen; a bright, fiery red with sparkles mixed in to give it a wondrous look when dried for Tonks and a light blue for Ginny. Tonks finally hit the play button for the movie and they began to paint their nails. During this time of relaxation at seven thirty in the morning, they had a rather interesting conversation that made Ginny laugh and Tonks wonder why she was so clumsy.

"When I was in third year I blew up a majority of the classrooms, bathrooms and most of the library as well as hurting myself. I tripped down a moving set of stairs, a crystal ball, a book, my two feet and my best friends two feet. Madame Pomfry and I became best friends." Ginny laughed before speaking her stupidity acts for the year.

"I most likely can't beat that, but I can come close. I fell off my bed, my broom, my seats in almost all of my classes and when we ate, I usually got stuck stumbling out of the benches because GOD forbid that the school actually get any chairs. "Tonks glanced at the movie for a second, made a snide comment under her breath, glanced at her watch, and then talked.

"I didn't fall off of anything until fifth year, so I guess you win there. But you still haven't blown anything up. Well, I almost have to leave for a day at work and it happens that you kind of need to see your mom today. So we will be going to Grimmuald pretty soon, just after I choose the right shoes and I need your help to do that." And Tonks got up, very careful of her wet fingernails, well they were probably dry by then but she wasn't sure.

Tonks had no real hobby, so she took to collecting nail polish, hair brushes, and shoes. She had a pair of shoes in every room, and they all had different purposes. She also had tubes of nail polish in a cosmetic bag in her bedroom and one in her bathroom. Her favourite shoes were in her room, in her closet in a very well organized shoe rack. The stiletto heels were her favourite next to the brightly coloured boots that her best friend had gotten her for grad. In return, Alice had gotten a magical diary that never ran out so that she could write that book she was so set on writing someday and publishing so that the rat Rita Skeeter would lose business because she was so awesome.

Ginny surveyed the shelves carefully after screening over Tonks' dress. Choosing the strappy black Vera Wang that Tonks had just recently bought in the last month. She had worn them once, when the ministry had to have the aurors make a public appearance. Slipping the shoes on Tonks felt at home, actually being able to reach the top of her shelves. Being moderately short was something that her dear cousin would get at, all the time.

"Well, get your coat and your shoes. Time to go." Tonks told her, smiling happily and grabbing a trench coat with great big black, shiny buttons. Ginny went and grabbed a sweater and slipped on her shoes. Out of the door, they stood in the apartment building's hall and apparated after making sure no one was watching them.

They landed on the street in front of the grey building. There was life in Grimmuald place number 12; just no one really saw much of it. It was there though. Walking up the soggy steps, Ginny laughed as Tonks found issues wearing her shoes. Once in the door, they were immediately greeted my Remus and Sirius, matched up with Fred, George, and Molly.

"Dear little cousin, I missed you!" Sirius said rather stupidly as if he was drunk, and then went to give her a hug. Remus pulled him back and explained in three words;

"Drinking before noon." Tonks understood. Sirius loved to break rules even if they were imaginary.

"I came here to return Ginny for the day, I have to go into work or else the ministry will have my hide on a platter above the minister's headquarters. Bye, I will miss you all and if I don't come out by noon, then please send someone to dig me out. Seriously, please."

"No fair! I'm Sirius, your Nymphadora." Tonks was unimpressed.

"bye." And she walked out of the door a little happier than she would usually be when she left for work. Life was good, and she was dancing through life right now, though it might change in a little bit.

After apparating to the ministry, Tonks walked up to her office and was right about the paper work but there was a large bouquet of daisies on her desk. Who knew that they were her favourite flowers next to lupines? Walking up the desk, she took off her coat and put it on the chair before closely surveying the flowers. There was a small card on then, tied to one of the smallest ones.

Today at lunch, 12:00 at the little diner on the corner.

Markus

Markus was the one guy that Tonks could never stand in the world. He was all perfect and someone her parents would love. His shirt was ironed, he shined his shoes, and he had the world's biggest crush on the one girl that didn't like him back. Tonks wasn't perfect and she was very content with that. Sure she dressed like she had no cares, her hair was almost never normal, and most of the time she made no sense when she spoke. Love was strange to her still too. What was it and why does she need someone hanging off of her elbow and giving her hugs and kisses? So many questions and no answers.

Tonks listened to the clacking of her heels as she walked over to the desk of the dearest Markus. It made her feel important and special. At the desk, it was very neat, with no Markus. Grabbing a pen and some of the paper on his desk she started writing a little note.

"Hello." Tonks turned around and was staring into the hazel of eyes of Markus. "I see you were about to leave me a pleasant little note about the lunch I presume."

"Actually, I was going to cancel because I have friends in town and so I have to go and eat lunch with them." That excuse was usually reserved for something else, but today she actually had friends in town.

"May I ask who?"

"The Weasley's. Why is it any of your business?" Tonks walked back her overly cluttered desk. Markus came running to her.

"If I can't have lunch with you, can I at least help you with all of this paperwork?" Tonks hated the man, but when she could get someone to do her paper work for her, she would never say no.

"Sure, but while we are doing that can we play the quiet game when we see how long we can be quiet?" Markus agreed and so they began.

Paperwork was for the unspeakables and the secretaries of the ministry, not the aurors who are supposed to be on break or looking for the most wanted criminals. This was just plain boring. Filling out forms for field work, getting notices for upcoming camps and brush up training sessions, requests for people to go out and work, questions about where she put the only copy of Witch Weekly that was kept in the waiting room. Some of them wanted to know if she knew where Harry Potter was. Markus was just sorting them so he wouldn't have to lose the game. Noon was coming soon, and hopefully the house would send someone out to rescue her.

When they forms and such were all sorted out, she found the bottom of her desk, and turns out her desk was a shade of brown that looked better covered up. She thought that it might be time to invest in one of those muggle computers. Maybe one that can change the color of it as she felt. A Dell computer. Something functional so that she could get rid of all these stupid papers. Markus was sitting on the desk, reading a form to decide where to put it, and then placing it on the corresponding pile. This was getting more boring by the minute.

"Nymphadora?" The second most familiar voice echoed off of the barren walls. "One would think that they would give you all private cubicles. Ready to go?"

"Hey Lupin, just let me finish sorting this last paper. Then I will grab my coat and we can leave." Tonks sighed as she put her last paper away. Markus was already done and was occupying himself by putting the black pens in one pile and the blue ink pens in a different one.

"Markus, you can go back to work, I have to go now." Tonks said as she grabbed her coat and left the room with Lupin and went into the elevator.

"So who was that little punk?"

"Markus, and for the record I do not like him at all. Too perfect and prissy for me. And organized. "

"To get it straight then, you got him to help you organize your desk and you say that you don't like organized." Lupin was starting to make Tonks mad.

"Think of it this way; I don't like people who are obsessed with being organized but he offered to help with my desk because I don't think that he can stand to see anything not organized. I still don't like him."

"So how do you plan on repaying him?"

"I don't know. Go out to supper or drinks or something. "Tonks thought about that answer for a brief moment because Remus was being a very nosy person today. It was her turn now. "When they asked for someone to come and dig me out of my paperwork, did you shoot your hand straight up in the air and called for your coat?"

"Close, I just couldn't take much more Sirius." This was very understandable. Sirius likes to drink all the time he possibly could. Amazing what Tonks could learn in a few hours or so with her cousin. Finally, the door opened for Arthur's workplace and they went to go get him. In five minutes time, they were at Grimmuald place, with Molly stuffing their faces with food. Tonks was not about to go back to work.