Tonks tried not to bash her head against her wall, even though she really wanted to right now. Because she was so stupid, stupid, stupid. Had she mentioned that she was stupid?

Here she was, just swanning around thinking that she was doing well with this "being an adult" thing. She went to work, fed herself (cooking was another matter but she didn't have take-out all the time), paid her rent on time (except once but her landlord thankfully forgave her and she did pay the next day!) and was generally a functioning human being. Sure, it wasn't always easy but she managed it. She honestly thought that She was doing pretty well. Better than Dubois, anyway. Latest gossip was that he somehow had his flat invaded by flies, mice and ants at the same time. Yuck. His landlady apparently wasn't very pleased. Not that Tonks blamed her. She wouldn't be very pleased if one of her tenants managed to do something like this. It wasn't like those creatures would just stay in one place, would they? Tonks didn't even want to know how much of a slob someone had to be for that to happen. It was quite the disgusting thought.

How could she have forgotten that she had to be out of her apartment by the end of the month? That was barely two weeks away! How had she forgotten?

Ok, technically she knew how she had forgotten. It was easily done when you were constantly being run ragged at work and then you studied or socialised in the evenings (and she was actually unhappy at the amount of socialising she'd managed to make happen but with all the studying that had to be done, it couldn't be helped). Then, of course, the most important thing she did, sleeping. Some evenings she got home, scarfed something down (she wasn't picky) and then fell asleep immediately. Sometimes she didn't even make it to bed. Once she even dozed off while she was on the toilet. On the toilet! Thank Merlin, she had caught herself before she fell off it. Could you imagine hearing that as an excuse for an injury on your face? Going headfirst into a sink? That would be a new low for her.

But back to the matter on hand. Which was that she would literally be homeless at the end of this month if she didn't get her arse in gear. Well, not homeless, she could simply go back home until she found herself a new flat but that would just be all sorts of moving about that she just didn't want to deal with. Did that make her lazy? Probably. But at least she was honest about it.

Fantastic. Just fantastic. It wasn't like she had much free time, that was the reason she had forgotten about moving in the first place!

She was supposed to be studying in her free time. Or having fun. Looking for a flat was not fun. Not for her anyway. Who on earth would actually enjoy felt hunting?

Where was she even meant to start? How had she done this when she moved out after Hogwarts? It was almost two years ago, that wasn't that long ago. Merlin, that was almost two years ago. Time was weird. How did it feel like Hogwarts was so long ago and that she had just left? Time made no sense whatsoever.

Whatever. There was no time for reminiscing because she now had to use all her free time looking for somewhere to live and that was not going to be fun. Parents! Her parents! They had helped her the last time. They had shown her how to do it. Well, mostly her dad because apparently, he had had to do nearly everything to do with his and her mother's first flat when they left Hogwarts. Apparently, her mother had never really got her head around it. Thankfully, they were lucky enough to buy the house they were currently living in quite cheaply way back when dinosaurs roamed the earth, as she liked to say.

Yes, she would ask him. But she was going to have to make a start on it herself because the soonest she would be able to go back home would be the weekend which was basically the whole week away and she couldn't afford to lose that much time.

Now how was she supposed to go looking for places? Why was it when you panicked every rational thought left your head? She should know this.

Ads. She needed ads for flats. Apartments. Anywhere she could rent on a Trainees wage. Which, granted, wasn't a lot. Newspapers, that's what she needed. Newspapers.

Did you know that if you went zooming around break rooms and libraries and the reception snatching all the newspapers up you go some extremely weird looks? Because now Tonks knew that. Hey, she didn't take the whole newspaper. Just the ads! You'd think people would be fine with that but no. She was "making a mess" or "snatching it from out of people's hands" (which had only happened once, by the way and she had given most of it back!). It also didn't help that on her rush she had tripped over her own feet at least twice (that one time she stumbled and caught herself on the wall didn't count), making all the bits of paper and parchment scatter everywhere. And she meant everywhere. And no one was willing to help because she had annoyed them all. It had taken her ages to gather them all up again. She hadn't wanted to just give up on some - What if they were the apartment or flat, she'd been looking for? She couldn't let that happen!

Well, now she had a stack of newspapers - for both the muggle and the magical. It was quite the higglty-pigglty stack because some where whole pages and others were just torn out bits of a newspaper. It was all quote chaotic. Which summed up this whole situation, let's be honest. Quite frankly, she didn't care where she ended up. She just wanted an apartment that she could sleep in and wasn't mouldy. Oh, and something she could afford. Of course. That went without saying. Not too convinced on being able to get one without mould though, everyone her age living away from home in London always seemed to have a mould problem. Sure, she had magic and there were potions for it but it was still a pain. And they never got rid of it completely, it did eventually come back. Which was still better than how the muggles had it bit still. Mould wasn't an absolute no from her basically. Preferred to be without? Definitely. But she was being realistic.

Okay, she stood back from her kitchen counter to give the piles she had just made a satisfied look. There was a pile for muggle ones, a pile for magical and then she'd ordered them by price. It was all very organised of her.

All she had to do now was search through them. She glanced up at the clock and spat out her coffee. Great, a mess to clean up. She hated being responsible for cleaning up her own messes. Something, unlike the flat searching, couldn't wait until after work. She did want her deposit back when she did leave, after all. And she didn't think a coffee stain on the floor would help.