Who: Remus Lupin & Tonks What: Who's howling for whom? When: BACKSTORY; April, 1996 Where: Grimmauld Place Rating: There is talk of breasts, but none to be seen.
The Order meeting had been over for more than an hour, but Tonks hadn't seen any reason to leave. Her flat was cold and empty and incalculably untidy, and while Grimmauld Place couldn't be said to be an example of cleanliness, it was warm and there was plenty of tea and Remus was hanging about, too. Any opportunity to rib the somber fellow was one she was eager to take, and she'd spent the last hour doing her best to make him laugh or want to strangle her or both, just the two of them in the kitchen.
"Don't tell me you've never heard of the New York Dolls," she demanded, plunking her lukewarm mug of tea on the worn table and sloshing some of the liquid onto her hand. Tonks licked it off without taking her eyes off of Remus' face, expression incredulous.