Snape's Report
Tonks felt like being back to school. A way too vivid déjà vû of her potions classes. Only Snape wasn't talking about potions up front, but instead ranting about something different. Anyway, Tonks could simply not bring herself to listen to him. His cold snarl was better ignored.
She sighed. The climate didn't help. It was the middle of July, it was hot outside, clammy and sticky inside Grimmauld's crowded kitchen.
Sirius had, out of respect for Snape or rather lack thereof, propped his feet up on the seat of the chair in front of him. He now lounged across two seats, his hands folded behind his head, his eyes closed. Displaying maturity in the way a three year old would find appalling.
Tonks wished she had the guts to do the same. But Snape would probably just take it out on her. Or Remus. And though she might, he definitely didn't deserve this.
A glance to her side showed her that Remus - though he looked like he deserved a few weeks of decent sleep - was alert as usual towards what was being said.
Well, Tonks thought, I can ask Remus if Snape said anything vitally important. Paying attention to Remus would be lots easier.
Suddenly, Tonks' thoughts were interrupted by a loud bang! and everybody in the kitchen jumped from their stupors.
Tonks looked to her side and then snickered. The chair supporting Sirius' butt had slid backwards and finally away under him. Sirius himself had landed on the stony floor and his feet had thrown over the chair his feet had been propped on.
Most of the other members stared at him, either annoyed by his antics or annoyed that he'd woken them up. Tonks grinned at him from above and Sirius grinned back cheekily. When Tonks looked up again, she saw that Remus, who sat a few seats away from them, watched Sirius almost impassively.
Almost, because Tonks saw - even through the dim light in the room - Remus' lips twitch.
She grinned even more. But then her gaze swept to Snape in the front. Bad idea. Her grin evaporated. She trembled. How in hell did he manage to look so... so... evil?
She knew she was supposed to trust him. Trust him on Dumbledores word. But she just couldn't. The way he looked at her cousin - as if he desperately wished he could find an excuse to murder Sirius right on the spot.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Remus' right hand emerging from his pocket with his wand. The tension was almost unbearable. Tonks watched Snape, waiting, like Remus, for any sign of attack.
And then Snapes eyes landed on her. She held her breath. His gaze became even colder.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Remus' hand tighten around his wand.
Molly Weasley cleared her throat disapprovingly.
The tension vanished, even Snape just blinked and went back to his notes.
Remus' hand relaxed.
End.
