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| nnoony | Apr 23 2010, 10:06 AM Post #1 |
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Having such a special qualities, lycathropy, being present on his resume, Remus Lupin hasn't got much a chance at holding onto the whatever precious jobs he had. He dances from one to anothers, like a tango dancer steps through partners. Needless to say, the very concept also applies to a roof over his head. So that as he places his season-wised trunk onto the tiled wooden floor of the room shown to him by Kreacher, he simply stares at it and takes everything around him in awe. "A room of my own....", he voices to himself. The concept is still alien to him. It has been so long since he last has a place to call his own-- the happy and comfort shelter of his parents' house, his dormitory in Hogwarts, and the precious little period in which he serves as the DADA teacher in Harry's 3rd year. Life hasn't been kind ever since. He takes a look around the room, knowing he should unpack and sort out his belongings...and he will, all in due time. |
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| Nymphadora Tonks | Apr 23 2010, 01:00 PM Post #2 |
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Honestly, she was amazed he didn't move in sooner. It's not as if Sirius has people queuing up to stay in his Ritz of a house. The place was only above the poverty line because Molly Weasley had the sense and decency to tidy up and make the place respectable. A few more faces within it's faded walls might even make it more inhabitable, or even more hospitable when certain individuals such as herself had to spend the night tucked up on the sofa, or in one of the guest rooms. Order business like that didn't occur often, but when it did, without social interaction from someone that wasn't permanently depressed, it was practically torture. So that was why she was there now. Hair a bright cherry red, and hanging in haphazard bouncy curls all around her face. She looked like a ragdoll, a tired but cheerful vision of childish exuberance. She'd come baring gifts too! Frayed jeans dragged loosely along the ground as she made her way up the creaky staircase, all manner of effort going into making sure she didn't trip up and destroy her well thought out gift. She managed it without too much of an incident, save for a near miss with the banister. Oversized sweater (in a clashing teal green) hung off her bony frame as her foot tapped lightly against the door in greeting. She nudged it open, grinning broadly at the familiar face before her. She held her arms out, finally presenting her gift with a hint of amusement. She'd been toying with the idea of what to get him ever since she'd heard the news, and now that he was here, her gesture seemed somewhat lacking. Her gift was a small bonsai tree, decorated with tiny hanging chocolates scattered amongst the branches. It looked like a spring version of a Christmas tree, but it was given with a great deal of compassion, so she presumed he might see the sense in such an unorthodox and bizarre gift. Besides, if he didn't like it, she could just throw the tree at him and escape with the chocolate! It was a win-win really. Then again, she rather liked that tree, so she might have to escape with that too. Oh the dilemma. Shooting him a curious glance, she flashed a pearly smile, weight shifting from one foot to the other as she trawled her mind for an acceptable greeting. "At least you don't have to sleep on the floor now! So no more creepy crawlies up the nose for you." She should've kicked herself for such a statement, but it was the only way she could think of the break that deafening silence. Who needed little things like 'hello' anyway? A little spontaneity never hurt anyone…much. Edited by Nymphadora Tonks, Apr 23 2010, 01:00 PM.
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| nnoony | Apr 24 2010, 11:13 AM Post #3 |
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And it is exactly in this manner Remus found himself waking up to the morning after. In a great canopy bed, with real mattress and blanket.... and pillows, lots of pillows. He turns a daze gaze around the room...his room now, not quite believing in the reality of the situation. His trunk still is placed neatly by the bedside, all content inside left unpacked. He slips off the white mattress and get up, stretching himself to his full length. His bone not arching so much now....after all , a bed is and always will be ...better than the floor. He shrugs off his night shirt and was about to head for the bathroom when a soft knock comes upon the door. Turning, expecting to see either Kreacher, or Pads, instead he was greeted by a real surprise in the form of Nymphadora Tonks. He has known her from days back, Pads's little cousin and now an auror, also the member of The Order of Pheonix, who has, for many times, been couple with him for a mission. However, that doesn't give him the privilege of standing there, half asleep and half-naked in front of her though; thus, he did what was proper at the time, brushing bright red enough to contest Nymphadora's bright hair and quickly pull his shirt back on....plus a little pretentious act as if nothing -absolutely- out of order has just happened. He turns to greet her....concurring with her observation. "Christmas comes early, Nymphadora?" He makes a remark with a smile. Outwardly, it was toward the bonsai with chocolate decoration; yet, he couldn't quite suppress the amusement at her choice of color for the day, a comment he would rather keep to himself to avoid being the first to actually die within his own room only a day after his first habitation. |
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| Nymphadora Tonks | Apr 24 2010, 11:35 AM Post #4 |
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She'd been expecting him to be dressed, so it was with no devious intent that she'd stumbled upon his room on this occasion, although her timing was something of a hilarious miracle all on it's own. Head tilting itself to the side to take in his semi-dressed form, Tonks suppressed a snicker, shaking her head casually as he took it up himself to throw his shirt back on, cheeks burning a furious red. "Tsk,tsk And here I was thinking I'd be getting a floor show. I'm shocked Remus, and a little disappointed. Sure you don't want to strike a pose?" She mimed the vogue action. The sarcasm dripping from her words with teasing joy masked the truth, and she was content enough with that. Afterall, he'd just given her, her daily dose of eyecandy. It's only now, looking at him properly, that she realises that perhaps this visit could've waited until later. Y'know, to a time when perhaps he was awake enough to orientate himself to his surroundings a little better. Or, she could've had the courtesy to come armed with coffee. Lots and lots of painfully strong, blow-your-head-off coffee. Now she was craving it too. Damn.Nose wrinkling she set her gift down neatly on the bedside table, hands positioning themselves almost comically on her hips as she looked at him. "Maybe a bit. I'm spreading festive room-warming cheer! It's all sunshine and smiles from hereon in." Well, that was the theory anyway. She was being nice, and hopefully it could turn into a good omen. It beat sitting around in a room all on your own slowly going out of your mind while you watched paint dry. Then again, knowing Moony, he might not actually mind that kind of existence. Poor bloke needed to get out more. Not that she was offering to take him anywhere, or anything... |
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| nnoony | Apr 25 2010, 03:42 AM Post #5 |
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"I'm quite certain...there would be many of us here -who- would be delighted to see you, Nymphadora Tonk, in all your glorious girly self striking a pose. Molly would be one...Perhaps even Pads." He jibes back lightly...The banter between him and Nymphadora has progressed to become somewhat of a greeting ritual, not that he mind. The girl has a spirit that can cheers up even the gloomiest person. Her clumsiness set aside, she is one of the best Aurors he's came to know and can count his life upon. He turn his gaze upon the new greenery that has just popped up within his room. Admittedly, it has brought some of the life back into the room greatly. Apart from that, it -is- also the first real decoration in his room. One that isn't dusty from old age, being passed from one generation to another. One he might as well call his own, a little tiny step toward the final result: making this room truly his, a representation of his thought and soul. "It's lovely" He peers and the tiny plant, hooking his finger lightly in in the chocolate decorations, watching it swings back and forth slowly. "Where did you get it?" He turns to ask the red-hair witch who is on the verge of bouncing on her heels from pure excitement before him. It would have been a shock, were it grown and trim by her hands. Nymphadora Tonks is all about excitement and fun. A task as tedious as growing a bonsai might have killed her from the instant the scissor is placed in her tiny hands. But again, -life- is full of surprise. Edited by nnoony, Apr 25 2010, 03:43 AM.
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| Nymphadora Tonks | Apr 25 2010, 11:02 AM Post #6 |
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She took his words as a challenged, immediately miming the action of taking a photo on her invisible air camera, before she leant against the door frame, leg hitched up, hand at her face with a model's pout. If she'd had more composure, she could've maintained the pose, but as it happened she was too busy grinning, and it led eventually to a fair amount of laughter on her part. She couldn't behave, and she couldn't be serious without a great deal of effort, but bringing sunshine and joy to the darkest depths of this dreary room? That was fair game. Considering he'd slept in the place it was funny to think it was so bare. He needed colour and posters, or maybe a nice noticeboard full of photographs from years gone by. Clearly he wouldn't want something quite so garish as the decorations in her room (they were seizure inducing, seriously) but something to make the place inhabitable was necessary, perhaps even compulsory if she had her way. So it was with that in mind, she'd given him the tree. Which he seemed rather happy with. His question regarding it's origin had her quirking an eyebrow, body continuing to rest against the doorframe as she raised an all knowing finger to tap her nose. "Now that would be telling." She'd gotten it from Professor Sprout a few hours ago. It wasn't something she could've grown and cared for herself, the poor girl managed to kill cress! That was practically idiot proof, yet she'd still obliterated the tiny edible shoots without so much as trying. Plants and Nymphadora Tonks, just didn't mix. Remus 'Captain Boring' Lupin himself though, would probably rather enjoy sitting around meticulously clipping away the odd branch for the next thirty or so years. So in essence it was a very well thought out gift, made better by the involvement of tiny dangling chocolates. He was too calm, it was unnerving. Bouncing around on the spot, Tonks rocked on her heels before shifting forward at a lightening speed to scoop him into a quick and stealthy hug. "Welcome to the family old man." She teased, ruffling his already behead hair. Edited by Nymphadora Tonks, Apr 25 2010, 11:12 AM.
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| nnoony | May 1 2010, 10:08 AM Post #7 |
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The only thought in the mind of Remus J. Lupin as he stands there in his pajamas, taking in the sight of Nymphadora Tonks posting in what she called "a vogue" post is that she could use a teeny little help of a spell from her friend, of which in this case, would be "him" who is currently the only witness around, to help her changed into a more....appropriate attire for the occasion. However, being quite a fashion guru he is, minus the fact that she might not "exactly" appreciated what he has in store for her, he decided to let the occasion slide. There will be another time...and what's the show if there's only one spectacle, eh? He's pretty much deep in his thought about how he and Pads could have come up with many marvelous ideas with regard to her...dressing when suddenly, he found himself in her embrace. Much as she hates to admit it, the girl is truly a nymph, a tiny little naughty pixie so filled with fun and moves at impossible speed...like Puck. Only that she doesn't have the magical juice from "Love-in-idleness" with her person, nor an order from King Oberon to use it. "I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't expect you to tell.", he smiles. "Can I take that as a No-no then?" With an amused smile, he taps his finger to the little pixie's nose lightly..."And I'm not that old, young lady." Come to think of it, perhaps this Puck do have the magical juice; the question is "On whom, she plan to use this on?" One thing he's certain of, the answer will be interesting. |
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| Nymphadora Tonks | May 1 2010, 01:21 PM Post #8 |
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He was giving her the look again. Well, not the look, (she might've just died in a fit of giggles if he ever gave her that), but the familiar glance in which he was pondering some sort of unknown mischief. Sirius was exactly the same, they were on the same wave length, the same torturous prank-laden chain of thought that often spelt misery for their victims, and hilarity for everyone else. She quirked an eyebrow, but paid it no mind, as she was already mid-hug by this point, and latching onto unsuspecting individuals was something Nymphadora did with a great deal of fondness. Pulling back from the embrace, she let her arms rest on his shoulders for a moment, scrutinising glance looking him straight in the eyes before she stuck her tongue out at his apparent realisation of her actions. "Well…I hung the chocolate on it myself!" She said defensively, although even she could conclude it was rather a mediocre task in comparison to growing and pruning a tree on a daily basis. To Tonks though, it was somewhat of a miracle. Her attention span had always been a little lacking, and her lack of hand-eye co-ordination made things a little tricky when it came to gift giving. It may not have been directly from her own hands, but it was given with love! In a mostly plutonic sense too. Wrinkling her nose as he tapped it, she squirmed slightly, before stepping back out of his reach. Eyes lighting up with just a hint of amusement before she suppressed a snort at his response. "If I'm a 'young lady', I'm terribly sorry Remus, but you're old. Oooooooold! I'm sure you and Sirius remember the dinosaurs, was it one of your pranks that killed them?" She couldn't keep a straight face, much as she tried to, and was now perching on the edge of his dresser, cheeks burning with sheer amusement. She was far too easily entertained. |
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| nnoony | Jun 6 2010, 01:58 AM Post #9 |
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"Ah, the chocolate." Remus muses with playful mocking."Such laborious and tedious task it must have been for you, Nymphadora." He grins wryly, knowing that comment will certainly draw out perhaps an eye-rolling here or an indignant response there. Pushing a Nymph's button has become one of his enjoyable habit; though, he hasn't often than not escaped it unscratched. Still, it is amusing enough to try one, now and then. Remus has concluded whole-heartedly that if Pads is around, he would have agreed with his furry friends thought: "The chance of messing with Nymphadora Tonks, is too much fun to simply let it passed." Thus, he endures and laugh lightly at her comment about him and Pads age; all the while thinking of a best way to retort that remark. Yes. Remus is old; Pads, even older. It's no surprise the Nymph will think of them as such. After all, they have known her since her childhood; even have the misfortune of helping Pads changing her diaper or got thrown up at occasionally. His cheek burns recalling the hazardous situation it was. She was screaming and kicking. Pads's horrid cry for help is as childish and awful. Him? He was sent to retrieved the tools for Pads's trade; the trade he embraced with very much reluctant. Prongs and Wormtail have it better, they were out at the time the dungbomb hits. Prongs, Wormtail and Pads, the marauders: the group is gone. Only him and Pads now. Prongs is death; his demise at the hand of someone he thought was his friend. Wormtail is gone as well, die the moment he gave Prongs away. Pads himself hasn't escaped the Azkaban unscrathed. Remus shakes his head. No more of that now, not with Nymphadora around. This is his first day at No. 12 as its residency and he will embrace it with as much joy as he could manage. "A prank the wipe out the entire species of Dinosaur? -Now- That would have been the marauders's greatest achievement, would it not? Perhaps, we deserve a medal or have our name in the history book for that." He put on a small smile. "Shall we get something to eat? I could be down with you in a second." |
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| Nymphadora Tonks | Jun 6 2010, 05:16 AM Post #10 |
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He was mocking her chocolate hanging. How dare he?! Shooting him an indignant look, she folded her arms in a childish fashion and pouted, eyebrows meshing together in silent disdain. "It -was- difficult Moons, actually. I had to refrain from eating all of said chocolate as I carried it up the stairs. That's some kind of a miracle!" Eyes rolling back in her head, just as he'd predicted, Dora nudged his shin with her foot in protest. She didn't have the heart to kick him on his first day, nor the self-restraint to get off of him if she tackled him, so a a simple chiding nudge was all she could safely muster. He just loved to torment her. Pads was exactly the same. Even as a tiny little tinkering infant, they'd found ways to drive her steadily insane. It's why she'd pushed all of the Marauders in the lake, thrown up on their shoes, cut their school ties, got gooey chocolate in their hair. She was as much a mischief maker as they were, although now, Tonks had at least matured slightly, and wasn't so quick to start fingerpainting over OWL revision notes. Tongue probing the inside of her cheek as she bit back a decidedly snide comment, the auror simply looked at him. The was Uncle Moony. Highly bloody attractive, smoking hot Moony, but Uncle Moons all the same. And she was staring, which was not helpful in the slightest. Cheeks pinking up, the bubblegum Nymph shuffled on the spot, though not without noting the sudden drop in his expression. He was doing a Sirius. She'd seen that saddened look when he missed his comrades before. "It's probably already in the books 'wanted, dead or alive! Remus Lupin; for crimes against dinosaur kind.' With a little illustration of Sirius miming a dinosaur's melancholic death next to you" Nymphie grinned, rocking back on her heels slightly as her head pressed against the doorframe with a lazy sigh. " Food eh? That's really just polite code for 'Get out of my room so I can get dressed woman!'. I'll take the hint, you're alright Remus." She gave him an overemphasised wink, and ambled back off out the door, pulling it closed on the way out, while she pranced off downstairs to stick the kettle on, with a fair amount of swearing once she'd tripped over the last few steps. |
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