sandy

It was a normal day in the Order of The Phoenix - or at least, as normal as it could be with Nymphadora Tonks and Sirius Black. While everyone else was cleaning up the second floor of Grimmauld Place, the two cousins were sneakily forming a plan in the attic. Perhaps not so sneakily, as Remus Lupin could hear their laughter all the way down. But he knew better than to ask what they were doing.

"Oh Merlin, Sirius," gasped Tonks in between giggles, "Creating a literal sandpit in the Great Hall? I would've never imagined Remus to take part in that."

"Just because he was the quiet one," grinned Sirius, "Doesn't mean he didn't have a few tricks up his sleeve. He got less detentions than all of us because no teacher expected him being the one to enchant the sand so it couldn't be cleaned for a whole week."

"Gosh, I really wish I went to Hogwarts with you guys. Would've been a wild ride."

At this comment, Sirius's eyes lit up. Poor Tonks didn't know that this meant another of his crazy - sorry, insane - ideas. "Tonksie!" He ignored the glare that his cousin sent his way. "What if we make the sandpit here in the Order?"

Any annoyance Tonks had about being called 'Tonksie' promptly disappeared. "Imagine the look on old Mad-Eye's face when he finds out." She grinned evilly. "We can enchant the sand too, like Remus did. And perhaps apply a Disillusionment Spell to it so that nobody will know!"

"Perfect. Knew it was worth having you around. Let's go!"

"What, now?"

"When else? They're all busy on the second floor, we can make the sandpit near the entrance. You coming or not?"

While trying to dispose of a book on Pure-Blood Traditions, Remus caught something from the corner of his eye - Sirius and Tonks going downstairs, both with identical evil grins on their faces. He rolled his eyes, grinning. Whatever both of them were up to, he would find out. Giving up on the book which would apparently not let half-bloods or muggle-borns to touch it, Remus cast a Disillusionment Spell on himself and went downstairs; after letting Molly Weasley know, of course.

"No-one's going to know!" Sirius exclaimed, rubbing his hands together like an evil genius. Which he thought he was. "Do you have the sand, Tonks?"

"Got it!" came a muffled voice from the next room. "Honestly, Sirius, lower your voice. Everyone's going to find out."

"Alright, Tonksie."

"Don't call me that, Siri."

Sirius stuck his tongue out at her. Tonks laughed. "Okay, come on. We have work to do."

They spent the next half an hour pouring the sand in the Hall. Tonks had managed to find one large bag of sand, then duplicated it a lot of times. This of course meant that it was insanely heavy, and Sirius had to cast Muffilato so that nobody on the second floor could hear them. Little did they know that Remus was in the very same room as them, eavesdropping on their apparently "sneaky" plans.

"Oh- Merlin-" struggled Tonks as she tried to lift a particularly heavy bag of sand, "This is heavy!"

"Really, dear Tonksie?" Sirius smirked. "You can't lift even that? Move aside, and let the master show you how to do it. This is the most hardworking and strong person out of all the Marauders."

It was strange. Tonks could hear somebody sniggering from somewhere. But nevertheless, she moved aside.

"Okay..." Sirius lifted the bag of sand. His face was slowly turning red from the pressure, but he smirked like it was nothing. "This easy. Now you just..." He turned to tip the sand over, and it promptly fell on his head. Tonks burst into giggles. "Ow," he muttered.

"So much for the strongest of the Marauders," commented Tonks, still grinning. "Even Remus could do better." She blushed, realizing what she'd just said.

Sirius smirked for possibly the billionth time that day. "Oh, he could, huh?"

"Shut up."

"Never."

A while later, the Dining Room looked like a beach without water. Two Order members covered in sand - namely, Sirius and Tonks - admired their work. "Time to charm it," said Sirius, raising his wand and muttering a couple of incantations. Moments after, the sand was Disillusioned. "Perfect," beamed Tonks happily. "Now we just gotta clean all this sand off of us..."

"I'll handle that," said someone. It wasn't Sirius.

Tonks nearly got a heart attack. She turned around, expecting to see a very annoyed Voldemort covered in sand, but instead saw a smirking Remus Lupin with a book in his hands. "What are YOU doing here?!" She exclaimed, not fully calmed down yet.

He somehow managed to smirk even more, and didn't reply. And that was when Sirius said the last thing Tonks wanted him to say.

"You know, Moony, Tonks was just talking about you..." Sirius began to smirk too. Tonks glared at him. "She reckons you're stronger than me. And she was blushing. What do you think that might mean?"

"Shut it," said Tonks through gritted teeth. She could practically feel her cheeks go red. Luckily, she wasn't in the Order for nothing. The metamorphmagus turned to Remus. "I said that because Sirius here somehow managed to tip sand onto himself."

Remus smiled. "Trust Padfoot to do that."

At this, Sirius began to splutter dramatically. "Let's see you do better, then, Moons."

"Don't call me that," said Remus, and casually picked up a bag of sand. "Huh. It's not that heavy."

"Wait, really?" Paused Sirius. "That's strange..."

Those were his last words as a ton of sand was thrown straight at his face.

a/n: Hi guys! Okay, I know I haven't written in a long time, but I was caught up. Anyway. This is a new series I'm starting, in which I'll write a tiny one-shot based on the Wordle for the day. These one-shots could be about anything, but will mostly center on the Marauders and the Order of the Phoenix. Thanks a lot for reading, and please leave a review!