Somehow, they had all ended up at her flat. All ten of them. In her flat. In her tiny flat. Most of them were on the floor. She was not on the floor, though she was perched on the counter, guests should get the only sofa and chair, right? And she was a good host. Even if she was a reluctant one. Her mother had drummed that much into her, at least.

Well, not exactly a good host. She hadn't exactly made them feel welcoming. Not that she'd had much of a chance to. What with then all just inviting themselves over and barging on in. Not that she had put up much of a fight - she kind of appreciated the company. Though, she wouldn't have complained if only a few of them had decoded to come over. Alas, that wasn't the case so she'd just have to deal with it. And it was fun, even if she was trying to be grumpy.

"What's that?" Cavendish asked, pointing at the beat-up TV in the corner of her living area.

It was odd to hear her so curious about something, normally the woman was either bored or sarcastic. There was no in between.

"Oh! I know this!" Young said eagerly, waving his hand in the air, almost smacking Jones in the face - not that anyone would have minded that. "It's a tevilision!"

Tonks almost burst out into laughter at that but restrained herself to a snort. He was so eager and sure of himself too.

"Television," she corrected.

"Television," he repeated, bobbing his head up and down. "Yeah, it plays shows and stuff that's been recorded, right?"

"Basically," she agreed, knowing that was enough explanation for some of the purebloods present. "It does the news and stuff too, live."

"That's what the radio does," Jones informed her.

She rolled her eyes. "You get to see the presenters and what they're reporting on too."

"How ridiculous."

"Makes it more interesting."

Merlin, how on earth were they arguing over the news of all things? She didn't even like watching the news. Was this a depressing sign of becoming an adult?

"Why are your boots behind it?" Dubois asked.

Oh, that's where she had kicked them to earlier when she had pulled then off. She had been starting to wonder.

"Oh, you read Transfiguration Weekly?" Young asked, giving her a weird look as he lofted one of the magazines off the table.

Why were they prying through her stuff? Seriously?

"You don't keep your place very tidy, do you?" Fontaine observed, looking around.

"Hey!"

It wasn't like the place was dirty. She did wipe counters down and sweep the floor. Sometimes. It was just a bit cluttered. Her robes were flung over the back of the chair instead of hung up. Her clean dishes were stacked on the counter instead of being put away. She was just going to use them again as soon as they were clear so why make them more awkward to get to? Oh, and let's not forget the tooth rush by the kitchen sink because she had woken up late the lather day and brushed her teeth as she tried to put dishes away. It had just stayed there ever since.

"It's true," Eggleston agreed.

"I will kick all of you out," she threatened half-heartedly.

"No, you won't," Gaffrey said far too cheerfully.

"I will."

"You won't."

"And why do you think that?"

"You like is too much."

Tonks snorted at that and gave Hones, who was perched awkwardly on her wobbly chair, a pointed look. She wasn't sure why he was even here. He'd certainly made her feelings about her clear. As had she to him. But whatever. He'd come in as part of the group before she even realised it and hadn't wanted to cause a scene or something.

"Okay, you like most of us."

That was true. Unfortunately, in this case.

"I have a much larger apartment," Jones decided to inform them all.

Not that he'd invited any of them to it over the last six months so they couldn't exactly confirm that.

"Probably bought by mummy and daddy," McCabbert mocked.

He immediately flushed angrily so she must have hit the nail on the head.

"Well, none of us want to go there," Partridge said airily. "Besides, Tonks here has the best snacks."

"She really does," Jean agreed, crumbs around her mouth like she was some sort of toddler. "Especially these," she picked up a bright yellow packet and read off it, "these custard creams."

It was only then that Tonks realised that the two of them had managed to break into her snacks and were quite happily munching away on them.

"Hey!" She exclaimed, snatching the custard creams away from them. "Go get your own."

"But I've never seen those before," Partridge complained. "Where did you get them?"

"They're muggle biscuits," she huffed, inspecting the packet. "And you pigs have eaten a good half of them!"

"Like you hadn't already eaten a good quarter of the packet already. They were already open."

Tonks just rolled her eyes and grabbed the packet so she could lay aim to a few of her own. She then shoved them back at him.

"You should treat your guests nicely, you know," Gaffrey teased her.

"Guests?" Tonks snorted. "More like you're holding me hostage after invading my flat."

It wasn't like she got much of a choice in the matter, was it? Most of them had just turned up on her door, claiming to be bored. The rest had come when they realised where everyone else was.

And now they were sitting around, trying to forget that they had another few days before their exam results were posted. That's what this was all about, a distraction. And Tonks was kind of grateful for it.

"Right!" Matt said, standing up and clapping his hadn't to get all of their attention. "We've moped about enough. Time do to something to distract us?"

"Like get drunk?" Fontaine asked hopefully. "You do mean get drunk, right, Matt?"

Slight side note, Matt was another (after Jean) who they all pretty quickly by his first name because, in his words, their English tongues could not pronounce his last name properly so Matt it was. He didn't mind. He was actually relieved. Apparently, hearing your name being constantly butchered was quite painful.

"Well, you will get drunk because you are a lightweight," he replied with a chuckle. "I will enjoy my alcohol and watch you all make fools of yourselves."

"Hey!" A few of them half-heartedly complained. They weren't that bad. Were they?

Well, maybe a little. It wasn't their fault that every time they went out, they were exhausted so forgot how much alcohol they could imbibe before vetting tipsy or, in Mainwaring's and Jean's cases, drunk. They were the lightweights of the group.

"Food! We need food in our stomachs!" Young shouted over their excited chatter, ever the responsible one. They all groaned at that. "It will mean less of a hangover!"

And he, unfortunately, raised a good point. Hence being the responsible one.

"Well, what should we get?" Matt asked.

"We should all get the same so it's quicker," Eggleston said logically.

They all agreed to that, it made sense. Now the issue was deciding on what to eat. They were in muggle London so the world was literally their oyster here. Merlin, you could even get fried oysters in a little place a few streets over. They weren't Tonks' thing but still, you could get them.

"Let's go for a Chinese," Tonks said decisively. "You always get way too much food from them."

"Foreign food?" Jones turned his nose up at the thought.

"Well, go get some steak pies or something then," Tonks said irritably. "No one's forcing you to eat fried rice."

"Isn't a chippy more stodgy?" Dubois asked. "Surely that's better."

"The one around the corner is more drunk or hangover food," Tonks told him. "It's basically swimming in grease."