“That’s good, we went down to Dad’s parents’ and had dinner,” she replied, recovering some of her bounce. She couldn’t just pout all evening because someone wasn’t interested in her, that was just silly. When he excused himself from the room suddenly, she cocked her head to the side and frowned slightly in confusion. Surprise showed itself in her expression as he came back with a wrapped gift, and she wished she actually had brought her gift even though she had no way of knowing he’d gotten her one, because now he had nothing to open and she did.
“I’m sorry, Remus, I don’t have anything for you. I mean I did get you something, but I didn’t think you’d get anything for me so I left it at home, because I didn’t want you to feel bad for not getting me anything, but now you don’t have anything to unwrap.” She stopped herself and sat up a little straighter as she got an idea. “I’m going to go home and get it.” She even stood up to make good on her statement. The book wasn’t wrapped yet, but she was sure she could find a paper bag and tissue paper to stick it in; Dora Tonks wasn’t one to actually wrap gifts anyway. She was horrible at it.