That was it. She was done. Nope. She wasn't doing it anymore. She was going to be good. From now on she was going to be doing absolutely nothing and she was going to like kt. Kt was that simple. She liked simple. She didn't like messy and complicated so why had she made it those things? She didn't know! She liked simple, remember? And things were going to be simple from now on. They were. They really were.

No. More. Drama. Three very simple words and it was going to be her rule to live by from now on. A very simple rule. A rule that should be extremely easy to follow. A rule that she was going to follow to the letter. No exceptions. She was going to have no drama. None of it.

What she was going to do was do absolutely nothing for the rest of this holiday. She was going to eat delicious food, hang out on the beach with her parents, visit the surrounding towns. You know, be peaceful and normal with absolutely no drama. Nothing was going to happen to her. Noy anymore.

There was going to be no going off to pubs or bars or clubs by herself. There would be no touching alcohol. There would certainly be no kissing boys or girls and there definitely would be any holiday romance. She had had more than her fair share of that and, let's be honest, it was just too stressful. She was going to do nothing. Absolutely nothing. And she was going to like it.

What wasn't there to like? The sun was shining, the seagulls were busy bothering a poor family by that little cafe resulting in a lot of amusing cursing and arm flapping, the waves was lapping against the shore, the sand felt good under her feet and she had an ice-cream in her hand. Definitely a drama-free day to enjoy.


Did you know that basically doing nothing except hang out at the beach and shop was pretty boring? Sure, it was fun for a day or so but not constantly like she was doing. And she really didn't need to look at anymore magnets or keyrings or else she was going to go mad.

She had witnessed some crazy things at the souvenir shops. Did you know that people actually fought over magnets? Fought over them. Seriously. As in physically, not just screaming at each other (which was pretty wild anyway). Oh, and got into loud arguments about which ones they were bringing home and what you could get for who. That was a thing. Tonks hadn't realised how important that could be. Surely a magnet wasn't that big of a deal as long as you didn't get some elderly relative one with swear words on it? She had seen a magnet with some on it and had been tempted to buy it but she had been with her mum and adult or not, that disapproving stare could stop her from doing anything.

So yeah, the shops were boring. People watching was as well - everyone was just being lazy at the beach because British tourists couldn't cope with the heat. She had seen Clemmie making out with some other girl so she obviously wasn't too damaged by the whole whirlwind, flaky holiday romance thing. Which was great. Yeah, it was great. Tonks was happy that it was actually working out for someone. It was all good. She just didn't want to look at it. Hence why she had originally ended up in a souvenir shop.

Marcus had yet to be seen but she was pretty sure he had mentioned something about his holiday being over so he was probably back home wherever that was. Scotland? Wales? She couldn't remember. They hadn't exactly been talking about where they were from. Hell, they hadn't been doing a lot of talking at all.

He had been a great snog, there was no denying that. Mmm. Yeah, he was good. He didn't try to lick her face like a few guys from Hogwarts had tried. Ew. And yes, guy*s*. Plural. She would maybe understand one being all weird and gross but multiple? Did they think that licking someone was attractive? Teenage boys were definitely a different breed, that was for sure. But she didn't want to think about boys licking her face. Or about Marcus. Or Clemmie. Complaining or moaning about her exes (where they really her exes if they hadn't really been a serious thing? Maybe fling was a better word?) wasn't what she wanted to be doing. She didn't know what she wanted to do but complaining wasn't one of them. That wasn't fun and she wanted to do something fun. What was something she could do that was fun?

Oh, was that family holding fish and chips? Fish and chips were fun. Well, they were *tasty* at least and she could do with some food. Her stomach grumbled in agreement. Yes, fish and chips it was.


Seagulls were stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Why did they have to go after food in people's hands? There was plenty of food in the bins and on the ground! This seagull did not need her bag of chips! Especially ones she got dripping in vinegar. That can't be good for birds! And yes, she was in Spain and got a vaguely-British chippy. Sue her. She wanted some comfort food. She needed to wallow for a bit and a good old, greasy chippy was perfect for that. And some chocolate but she would deal with that craving later. Right now, she was going to eat her deliciously drowned in vinegar chips. Well, that's what she had wanted to before the damn seagull got at her.

Seriously, what was its problem? Why was incoming after her and her food when there were so many bins dotted along the beach? Surely that food was easier to get? And couldn't it smell the vinegar? She was pretty sure that vinegar wasn't good for birds. Not that this one seemed to care because it kept dive-bombing her!

She did the only thing she thought she could do and ran. She was faster than a seagull, right? She hoped so. The problem was she wasn't exactly very good at running in the first place, never mind when she was panicking and on sand. Yeah, that wasn't a great combination, add a seagull that now thought it was a good idea to constantly *dive bomb* her and, well, basically a somersault happened. And not a graceful one. The type of one that managed to jar every single one of your joints and get you both a mouthful and nose full of sand. And it made you lose the chippy chips you had been drooling over. The damn bird won. It got what it wanted. Yippee for it.

"I am never going to say that I am bored again," she panted out, glaring at the bird that she swore was giving her a smug look as it ate another one of *her* chips.

It just wasn't worth it. Boredom was better than the utter insanity that just happened, trust her.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid seagull.