Nymphadora Andromeda Tonks was an unusual girl. Very hard to handle. Andromeda should have braced herself the moment that she felt the first sharp kick on her stomach, jabbing her to let her know she was alive.
When she was a kid she scampered with the boys, whereupon her face also got dirty. That was okay. When she punched them in the face, I think it was only fair for her to finally become suspicious...
Her teen years were a nightmare. First she wanted to be a rock star. Which was tolerable. Then she wanted to be an Auror. Which was alarming. That was when Andromeda finally concluded that her daughter was hopeless.
And her men. Her choice of men. She brought home a man with tattoos all over complete with a nose ring. A nose ring! He said over dinner that he dropped out of school and he was pursuing his dreams as being a drummer. Needless to say, that dinner turned out well. By well, being the boy scurrying away from the door as fast as he can outside, with Ted's wand shooting red hexes to his direction.
Nymphadora was livid. She said they did not respect her guests. That they judged too harshly and that boy was different.
Then next, she brought home an ex-con (well that didn't really count because it was her cousin Sirius). She reasoned that Sirius was different. Different from what everybody is saying.
But by heaven's does that girl have a taste in her circle? The next thing we'd know, she'll be befriending a werewolf!
"Ahh, Nymphadora! So happy to have you home, dear," she kissed her daughter on both sides of the cheek and gave her a bear hug.
"Mm.. mum", she got red and looked sideways to the man she brought home.
Now Andromeda was staring at Nymphadora, and the beau that she brought home. Dear Nymphadora has now grown up. When Andromeda saw him, he was the epitome of the politeness of the good-polished society. He bowed and said "yes, ma'am," respectfully, instead of saying "dude," like the last men. And they both agreed her daughter had a lovely name of Nymphadora. That was was what commended him to be pronounced as the perfect Englishman.
She has finally matured. His manners were perfect and there was nothing in wanting. Andromeda hugged her daughter with tears in her eyes. "Finally, you have grown up. My work here is done."
"Mu-um, I forgot-to-mention-one-teeny-tiny-bit-of-detail."
"What is it dear? Does he smoke? Does he have a tattoo on his rear end? Nothing would surprise me now."
Nymphadora bit her lip, trying to sound as low as possible, "He's a werewolf."
Andromeda stared. Just stared at Remus.
"But, but he's different this time!"
Ted rolled his eyes, "here we go again..."
