Who: Charlie Weasley & Tonks What: Seventeen again! Or something like that. For the Plottery! When: BACKSTORY June 1991 Where: Hogwarts Rating: PG-13
As far as Tonks was concerned, once she sailed through her N.E.W.T.s - for sail she would after months of studying, or move to America and take up with the circus for shame - her world would be a feast of Saturdays until she began Auror training in August. Because that she was sure of, too, or her future would be a bearded one.
And so it was with a fairly light heart that she determined to enjoy her last few evenings at school before finals, rattling out of her bones from stress and excitement like the rest of the seventh years, regardless of House. Perhaps their professors didn't know they were out after curfew, or perhaps they didn't care, but Tonks dug her toes happily into the damp grass beside the lake, admiring the fat white moon and the singing that had started up from a few of her mates.
And, of course, Charlie Weasley's smile as he arsed about with a few of the others from the Gryffindor Quidditch team.