Nymphadora Tonks

23 y/o Auror; currently dating a certain dishy wolf. Loves to bake, sadly very clumsy.

[Nymphadora Tonks @_Nymphie]

-- Remus perhaps less so, but what he doesn't know certainly won't kill him. She's just bored. B O R E D.

[Nymphadora Tonks @_Nymphie]

-- begrudgingly committed, at least for the week to a life of paperwork and highly inappropriate doodles. She's sure Sirius would approve --

[Nymphadora Tonks @_Nymphie]

Take the desk job, they said. It's safer, they said. The bruises from smacking her knee on said desk would argue otherwise, but Dora is --

[Nymphadora Tonks @_Nymphie]

-- but only once @nnoony had retrieved it mid-escape and Tonks had stopped blushing herself to death. "Where do you fancy going, Remus?"

[Nymphadora Tonks @_Nymphie]

-- that had ended up having a cold bath, because she'd forgotten to turn the stove on. Sure, she and @nnoony had laughed about it later --

[Nymphadora Tonks @_Nymphie]

"Honestly @nnoony; dining out is a far better plan. I wouldn't trust my cooking, either." Blue string soup springs to mind and a lobster --

[Nymphadora Tonks @_Nymphie]

"I never forget a friendly face, @BeatrixFlint!" Well, not usually. Dora concludes as she accepts the offered hand with a grin.

[Nymphadora Tonks @_Nymphie]

@nnoony "Same to you, scruff." Is that a smile? And maybe just a touch of pink to the ends of her hair? Why yes. Yes it is.

[Nymphadora Tonks @_Nymphie]

-- his own nutella cookies, but it's the thought that counts. And she hopes @nnoony enjoys her slightly charred offering all the same.

[Nymphadora Tonks @_Nymphie]

Would very much like to remind @nnoony that the scent of burnt chocolate currently filling the kitchen is precisely why he should make --

[Nymphadora Tonks @_Nymphie]

-- Have a soft spot for your scruffy scholarly chic, but you do also scrub up well @nnoony! Very dashing."

[Nymphadora Tonks @_Nymphie]

-- The last time she'd attempted to give @nnoony a trim. Or Sirius for that matter. It hadn't ended well. "I mean, you know I always --

[Nymphadora Tonks @_Nymphie]

@nnoony "No! No. It's fine. She cuts straighter than I do." Is that a sheepish smile? Or a tinge of fond regret? Dora still remembers --

[Nymphadora Tonks @_Nymphie]

A certain auror may or may not currently be aggressively squinting at @nnoony. "Remus...did you do something different with your hair?"

[Nymphadora Tonks @_Nymphie]

@nnoony -- attention while being equal parts joy and pure frustration?”

[Nymphadora Tonks @_Nymphie]

@nnoony "Isn't that what we have Sirius for? Someone for you to give insightful pep talks to, while he makes a mess and demands the utmost—

[Nymphadora Tonks @_Nymphie]

@nnoony -- knows better than anyone that children require time and a level of maturity that Nymphadora herself isn't sure she's ready for.—

[Nymphadora Tonks @_Nymphie]

-- candidness of the question paving the way to a nose crinkle that says it all. It may have crossed her mind once or twice, but @nnoony —

[Nymphadora Tonks @_Nymphie]

@nnoony "Have you been knocking the fire whiskey back again?" The look directed his way is unreadable, a kind of momentary shock at the —

[Nymphadora Tonks @_Nymphie]

-- hair. "It might help if they were, @nnoony. Between him and Charlie, we'd have a babysitting team set for life."