Tonks
'Wake up, sunshine, we gotta go get Hermione!' she rips apart the murky curtains, extracting a heavy groan of displeasure from Grimmauld's Place most depressive habitants.
'Do we have to?' mumbles Sirius, pulling up his blanket. 'I stayed up with his moaning all night...and not the good sort.
'You most certainly don t have to, but we' she gestures towards Remus. 'do'.
'Great, just drive the knife in deeper why don t ya?'
She rolls her eyes and pulls the cover off Remus. his nightshirt is old and ripped in lots of places. She can see some more scars protruding through. He is surprisingly fit too; she thinks tracing the outline of his arms in her mind.
'Oi, Tonks, stop ogling my good friend there will ya!'
She knows he's just joking as usual, but she cannot help but feel a surge of anxiety pulse through her. Besides her Remus clearly has also heard the remark and starts getting up. Embarrassed from having stared at him she takes a few steps back.
'I'll meet you up front, kay?'
Remus
''I think you have an admirer, Mooney' Sirius chuckles as he's buttoning up his last good shirt, head still pounding from the pre-full moon headaches.
His jaw starts throbbing. As if. When he doesn't reply Sirius keeps going.
'Come one, take a joke, will ya?'
'Yes, Sirius, hilarious. Some of us actually have things to do!'
He instantly regrets prodding his old friend's sore spot. He hadn't meant to, he just wanted him to shut up. But Sirius doesn't seem upset, he just glares at him incredulously.
'Oh my God, Remus. Don't tell me you actually like her!'
'Course I do, she's pretty cool. Almost as cool as you I'd dare say.'
'That's not what I meant and you know it!' Sirius yells but he's already grabbed his wand and is out the door. He most certainly does not like her, not like that. Sirius is just bored and is creating scenarios in his head.
And yet when she waves at him from the sidewalk his heart jumps a little.