nymphadora tonks is back from the stars. (hufflepunk) wrote in reoccurrence, @ 2020-07-16 01:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | lupin remus, tonks nymphadora |
WHO. remus & tonks.
WHERE. 12 grimmauld place.
WHEN. 15th july.
WHAT. post-tantrum analysis.
STATUS. in progress.
There were plenty of things that parenting was proving to be. Adventurous. Fun. Expensive. (Though thankfully Andromeda had been helping with that part, quietly sending Teddy off with coins to fund their outings.) Tiring. Rewarding. Difficult. The latter part didn't come as a surprise, and shouldn't have, given the months of pregnant worry and daydreams alike, all the time trying to picture and preempt the kind of child they would have. Nothing could have prepared them for this: a whole seven years missed. Inserting themselves into his life was never going to be without hiccups, but it didn't help that each one made Tonks feel a little less steady in their new world. Another visit over, the couple found themselves back at the house (she couldn't think of it as home, even if she used the word sometimes). She suggested tea, which led them into the kitchen, but it was more for something else to say other than I think we should talk. "Can we –," she touched his arm, letting her hand slide down it to catch his fingers for a few moments before pulling away. "When Teddy was upset earlier, about the camping thing." "You can't –," she started, and then stopped, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth, unsure if she had any real legs to stand on with that argument. There was a growing list of her own blunders, and the more they piled up, the more she lost any kind of faith in herself that she knew what she was doing. Possibly she had never really known in the first place. She leaned back against the kitchen table, and then hopped up on it and swung her legs about underneath her, restless with anxious energy. It was evident where Teddy got it from. Tonks sighed, her ankles twisting about each other. "I don't think talking like that with him helps." |