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tough_tonks ([info]tough_tonks) wrote in [info]strugglewithin,
@ 2008-11-17 16:33:00

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Entry tags:august 1997, fred weasley, nymphadora lupin, remus lupin

RP: Back Room Whispers...
Date: 17 August 1007
Characters: Nymphadora Lupin, Order Members, Any Intruders?
Location: The Hog's Head Tavern
Status: Open
Summary: There is an impromptu Order Meeting, though it might be intruded upon! Anyone is welcome to join, just figure a way into the scene.
Completion: Incomplete

The night was hot and dank, fog lying low over the land as the rain of the afternoon cooled the place just enough to produce low lying condensation. It produced an even more ephemeral quality around the Hog's Head Tavern, which was a shadowed place on the best of days. Tonks liked it that way. It felt strangely safe hiding in the fog and shadows. No suspicious eyes could stare across the room in a place like this.

So, instead of going home from the office, she took a turn up the lane and straight into the tavern. She gave a silent nod in Aberforth's direction, already beginning to peel off her Auror's robes from the sticky heat that kept them clinging to her skin. She headed straight for one of the farthest tables in the back corner, clear of any other patrons. If any of the Order or friendlies showed tonight there was room for them to join her, but otherwise she could hide and be left at peace.

The next piece of clothing to come off was her over shirt. A button down, collared, dressy thing, it actually gave her a strange air of professionality at work. She tried to live up to her status, even if she was a bit of an untamed spark, she had grown into the position of Auror. And with that growth came collared shirts, especially for the new ministry. However now she removed it, leaving it just in her sweat-soaked undershirt. She tossed both dress shirt and robe across the chair next to her and finally collapsed down into a seat.

"Wotcher, Aberforth. I'll just have a tea and whatever food ya have be there that's drippin' in grease. Thanks." She flashed him her smile, even if it didn't quite reach her eyes. She then let her head sink to the table for a moment, leaning there, just breathing. At least the day was over.</t>



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[info]lunaraffliction
2008-11-17 10:34 pm UTC (link)
Remus slunk into the Hog's Head with his cloak's hood pulled over his head. He wasn't sure how his presence would be received, especially considering his last visit, but he'd more news to pass on, and it really couldn't wait. Sidling up to the bar, he slipped into a stool and pushed back his hood, nodding at Aberforth.

"Whiskey," he said. "Please."

He glanced down the length of the bar and was a bit disappointed to note that it was empty. He'd hoped he might run into Kingsley or Arthur, and this was his last chance before tomorrow night, the full moon. The news trickling down Diagon told of the Ministry's Muggle-born Registration letters hitting shopkeepers, and things were getting tense.

Aberforth passed him a glass of whiskey, which he accepted with a nod of thanks. After taking a long sip, he glanced behind him, and only then did he notice Dora, sitting in the back of the tavern. He stared at her for a full second before glancing down at his lap. Fuck.

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[info]tough_tonks
2008-11-18 01:25 am UTC (link)
Of course, Tonks noticed him the moment he came in. Nymphadora was paranoid enough these days not to miss anything, really. Friendly or foe walking in that tavern door and she was going to make an evaluation before she went back to her tea. Of course, when the door opened, he was the last figure she expected to see. Part of her hoped maybe one of the Weasleys or at least a familiar order face, but not that familiar one.

Still, she wasn't a wilting, blushing flower. She could have looked down and away, she could have hidden her eyes and pretended he didn't exist. But that wasn't very Nymphadora Tonks and it certainly wasn't Nymphadora Lupin. So, as he stared at her for full second, she stared right back. Quite, harsh, daring him to come over. Daring him to confront the issues between them.

For her part, she looked almost as rough and ragged as he did, and that was a rarity. Even if she wasn't feeling well, she normally had a brightness and youth about her which few could match. Her pink hair was always attributing to such a quality. But tonight her hair was it's true mousy brown. Dark circles rested beneath her bloodshot eyes and her face looked more ashen than blushing and well. She still didn't look away. She waited for his response to her gaze.

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[info]lunaraffliction
2008-11-18 01:52 pm UTC (link)
Remus was, admittedly, surprised by the blazing look she'd given him, and noted the color of her hair in an instant. A terrible, guilty feeling churned in his stomach, one that no amount of whiskey would numb. Time seemed to stop for a moment, and he debated leaving. Perhaps it would be better just to go. In fact, every cell in his body was urging him to leave, and yet he found himself rising to his feet and dragging himself across the pub, towards the table she occupied.

He wasn't sure what to say, or what she'd want to hear. If she even wanted to hear him, and he wouldn't blame her if she didn't. Part of him hoped that she'd send him away; it would be infinitely easier. In spite of that, he needed to know that she was getting on all right. He may be a coward, but he wanted her safe. His child needed to be safe.

His eyes soaked her appearance in for a long moment. Her face was shadowed and she obviously hadn't been sleeping well. Knowing that he was responsible for that--and he hoped that he was the one responsible and that she'd not had trouble somewhere else--he met her eyes briefly and then gestured to an open seat.

"May I?" he asked hoarsely, and braced himself for her response.

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[info]tough_tonks
2008-11-18 02:22 pm UTC (link)
Tonks watched him coldly. She wished she could hate him, it'd be easier. She wished all she could feel for him any more was anger. Then she could just tell him to go away and get on with her life. But she couldn't. Even as his shabby form crossed the bar to her, she felt that all too familiar pang of love well in her throat. She forced herself to swallow back against it. She would not show too much emotion, too much weakness. She was a strong woman, alone or with the man she loved. She had to be -- for their child.

"Why ask? You don't listen to anything else I say." Tonks' voice practically growled out, though there was a heavy huskiness to it that said she wanted to say more. Wanted to hug him, kiss him, give into the tears she felt fighting behind her temples. She didn't, though. She also didn't tell him to go away. He was more than welcome to join her. Maybe they could work something out.

So she didn't move. She waited for him to sit or leave. Her eyes never left his handsome, tired gaze. She did her best to steel her heart against every emotion that threatened to come rushing through, but her expression tightened, just a bit. She couldn't entirely hide the pain in her eyes no matter how she tried.

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[info]lunaraffliction
2008-11-18 03:59 pm UTC (link)
"Dora," he said, trying to steady the waiver in his voice. "I--"

What could he say? That he was sorry? Or wrong? He was probably both, and yet he couldn't bring himself to say it aloud.

His fingers wrapped around his whiskey glass tightly and he sank into the chair across from her. He was a right tosser, he could tell by the set of her jaw, but before he left for the night, and to disappear for the next few nights, he had to know a few things.

"Are you..." he began, and then cleared his throat. "How are you?"

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[info]tough_tonks
2008-11-18 05:11 pm UTC (link)
Tonks let him finished. She gave him all the time in the world he needed. All she did was slip her fingertips around her mug of tea and bring it to her lips, taking a quiet sip of the stuff even as her hard blue eyes never left him across the rim of the cup. She wanted to stare at him in anger as much as she never wanted to look away from the face she loved. It was a strangely, strongly conflicted place to be.

Finally, once the words were out, she smirked and allowed her eyes to fall away. "Oh, lovely. Just bloody lovely. Work's turned into a game of doing my job as -badly- as possible without anyone noticing, I haven't cleaned the house a day since you left, and anything that smells even the least of fish sends me running to the loo. Really, it's been a fantastic week." But, she tried to keep her voice strong. Even if she was falling apart at the edges, she couldn't let it show. All he would do was think her weak if she couldn't live without him -- even if she really couldn't.

She took another sip of her tea before settling it back down on the table, still not looking back to him. Looking anywhere in the room -but- him.

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[info]lunaraffliction
2008-11-18 06:46 pm UTC (link)
The muscles in Remus's jaw twitched as she described how she was doing. He had absolutely no idea what to say about the state of their--no, her flat, and was at even more of a loss as to what to say about her pregnancy. He wanted to ask if she'd been staying with her parents, but something told him that she hadn't.

Lamely, he decided to stick with something he trusted himself to talk about: Order business.

"About Harry?" he asked, and then lowered his voice further. "I don't know if you heard, Tonks, but I talked to him. He's at Grimmauld. Or rather, he was." He noticed that she wasn't looking at him, and fixed his attention on a nick in the table's wood. Things were quiet for another few seconds before he spoke up again.

"I've been followed for the past two weeks. I suspected they were watching me, before--" He drifted off, not wanting to bring it up. "Before. You need to be careful when you're out, Dora. They'll be following you, too. Things are getting worse, particularly with the Muggle-born Registration Commission. The Ministry isn't safe."

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[info]tough_tonks
2008-11-18 06:58 pm UTC (link)
Tonks kept herself cold and emotionless until he brought up the matter of Harry. Her eyes shot wide and she brought one hand up, cutting him off before he could get out the statement 'Grimmauld'. She refused to listen or to let him speak the rest of that sentence. "No! Don't. Don't, Remus. Don't tell me. Don't tell me ever. I don't want to know. The ministry has assigned myself and my partner to try and locate Harry. They say it's just for questioning, but I am not stupid, I know they're gonna arrest him. Don't tell me. What if they give me Vertiserum? I can't know."

Her eyes shined with a fiercely protective sort of passion on this matter. She was doing everything possible to NOT learn about Harry's location and he nearly blurted it out then and there. She took in a shaky breath and nodded, allowing him to continue his concerned words. She smirked after a long moment, rolling her eyes to the ceiling and shaking her head as she looked away from him once more.

"Of course we're being followed. What of it? You always assume they are watching, Remus. It is no large secret that we are ... were... married. So staying away from home... From your -wife-... is not making things any safer, you know." She stared back at him, her eyes suddenly hard, "I know the Ministry isn't safe, Remus. I saw Thicknesse get put in, and Yaxley promoted over my boss. At least I'm still on the inside. I have to stay there. Do what good work I can, as long as they allow me."

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[info]lunaraffliction
2008-11-18 08:43 pm UTC (link)
"Dora," he protested in frustration. "If they give you Veritaserum a lot more will be at stake than Harry's location." Still, he understood what she was getting at, and scrubbed a hand over his face. It didn't matter, he had a feeling that Harry wouldn't stay there for long, especially knowing that Remus knew people could get in and out.

"So you should be safe," he said, as patiently as he could. It was difficult, especially with the full moon so close. "And if I can lead them away from you, that's better, isn't it? If they think we're no longer together?" Or knew, rather, but he couldn't bring himself to say it.

"I know you're on the inside," he said, "but what good is that when it's as corrupt as the outside? Moreso, even? You told me yourself that Bellatrix was after you the night we got Harry." His insides twisted a little, just thinking of it. "How long do you think it will take before they try something?"

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[info]tough_tonks
2008-11-18 08:52 pm UTC (link)
Tonks shook her head quietly, trying not to let her hand or frame tremble. She couldn't show fear, no matter how much she felt it. She had to be strong, as an Auror and as a member of the Order. Stronger than ever before. She took in a deep breath and sighed, emotions a touch calmer now that they were discussing work and not the division between them.

"I don't know. Soon, probably. Not necessarily on me, though. Just in general. They are moving fast, putting Thicknesse in, then Yaxley. Passing all this bloody.... Blood legislation. People are scared and they will act while they have the power. Before someone truly rises up to fight them. So it's more important than -ever- that I stay inside. That I get as much information about what is happening, so I can warn the Order when things go wrong. So I can warn... you..."

Tonks fell quiet then, the conversation coming back to the man she loved instead of the safety of work. She couldn't find words any longer, the pain tightening her throat as she reached one hand across the table for him. "Remus... please, come back. We're stronger together. They'll... they'll catch us all in this sometime. I'd rather be happy for what time we have..."

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[info]lunaraffliction
2008-11-18 10:06 pm UTC (link)
He didn't like hearing what she had to say about the Ministry, and wasn't convinced that they wouldn't try something on her. The very thought chilled him to the bone. "Delores Umbridge is heading the Commission," he began. "You know her history regarding the Beast division of the Ministry, and the legislation she's passed." He disliked the woman immensely and trusted her even less. He had absolutely no idea how to broach the question on his mind.

"Dora," he said quietly. "They don't--they don't know, do they? If Umbridge finds out, it won't matter that you're a Half-blood. They won't care whether you're an Auror or not." And who will warn you? he wanted to add.

His face fell as she reached for him, but her words made something inside him twist. He didn't want to hear about her being caught; he couldn't bear to hear her talking like she might die in this. He'd always anticipated that for himself, but not for her. Not for their child.

"Don't say that," he whispered. "Don't talk like we won't--like you won't--" He faltered and took a long sip of whiskey. His throat was so tight it barely trickled down.

"It's the full moon tomorrow," he finally said, once he'd found his voice again. "I can't come back."

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[info]tough_tonks
2008-11-18 10:17 pm UTC (link)
"You could come back after the moon. That never stopped you before. I've known about you since we met. I love you still. I love you -because- of it. Because it makes the man I married, no matter how hard things might be. So don't you -dare- use the moon as an excuse. Period." Tonks almost hisses those last words, a bit more anger finally welling in her again. She can't keep the anger for ever, but at least it's an easier emotion than the pain she feels at his loss.

"And I know my direct boss knows, at least. And Bellatrix. I saw her in the street, the other day. She found out. We had a small fight. So, if they are really looking to crack down on things, then they will find out. It is going to happen whether you are here or gone, so we might as well enjoy our marriage and our lives while we have them, Remus! Don't you see that??" Tonks practically yelled those last words, her emotions getting better of her paranoia.

She abruptly cut herself off as she realized the scene she was making. It was fine in their home, but not in public, even in the bar of someone whom they trusted. She turned her eyes abruptly to the room, looking for anyone who might be evasdropping on the conversation. She hoped she found them to be alone.

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[info]lunaraffliction
2008-11-18 11:08 pm UTC (link)
One hand went to his hair and he raked it away from his face. "It's not an excuse," he told her. "It's...I can't change the moon, or who I am." And no matter how much he loved her, he didn't want to change his mind so soon, either. "You know I love you," he said finally. "But my love won't keep you safe."

He was already upset, but his face steeled when she told him she'd fought Bellatrix - that Bellatrix knew - that her boss knew. What was she thinking?

"What?" His grip tightened around his whiskey glass, knuckles turning white. "How did they find out? You can't go around telling everyone! What were you thinking? Don't you realize what they'll say about the child?"

The more he thought about it - that her safety had been compromised, that it was his fault - the more his blood began to boil. He hadn't left her so that she could act recklessly. He pushed back his chair with a loud scrape. It clattered to the floor as she began to talk like she hadn't much longer to live and he gave her a hard look.

"I'm leaving," he said. "I'd tell you to take care of yourself and act safely, but you won't listen to me anyway." His disappointment - in himself, in the situation, in what he'd done to her - weighed heavily on him, and in the look he gave her. "I suppose I deserve it."

He turned to leave.

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[info]tough_tonks
2008-11-19 10:05 pm UTC (link)
Tonks rolled her eyes as he yelled at her about people knowing and what they might say about the child. She stood as he did, yelling straight back, that anger flaring hot and certain now. "I am not going to hide my husband and my child away in a closet because of what is in his blood! I love you and I don't CARE who knows it!"

Of course, she never did. Half the Order knew before Dumbledore died, even if she tired to hide it back then. Still, he was leaving. No matter what she yelled she couldn't bring him back. She didn't even know what to say in response to his last bitter words. He deserved her foolishness, is that what he was saying? She growled beneath her breath, using every impulse control in her body not to hurl Aberforth's tea cup across the room in Remus' direction.

"Dammit, Remus, don't you dare walk out that door! You come back here, come back to me, we can do this together! It's sure as hell safer than doing it apart!" She finally screamed after him, tears in her eyes and catching at her voice.

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[info]lunaraffliction
2008-11-21 11:39 am UTC (link)
He paused mid-step, shoulders sagging. He loved her so much. Very few people had ever managed to make him feel like she did, even when she was shouting at him angrily. Her passion was just gut-wrenching, and although it was his first impulse to go to her, to wrap her up in his arms and sweep her away to a place where he knew she'd be safe, he couldn't. It wouldn't be right.

Had it been easier with Sirius? Or James and Lily? They'd always been furious over the way he was treated, but James and Lily had been rational in their support, particularly after school. Sirius, like Dora, had been quicker to insist they should fuck public expectations and carry on as they pleased. He'd been more reckless than Dora, but there were certain elements of their personalities that were startlingly similar.

With a sigh, he forced himself to continue walking out the door. This wasn't being cowardly, he told himself. Dora's words resounded in his ears with every step, and he tried to swallow around the huge lump that had formed in his throat, not even allowing himself a glance in Aberforth's direction before leaving the pub.

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[info]fireheadjester
2008-11-20 11:05 pm UTC (link)
Fred was humming on some old tune by the Wicked sisters as he Apparated from the shop with a soft pop, reappearing on the considerably quiet streets of Hogsmeade. It wasn’t that late and there still where only few people around, but they were living in less happy times than from what he wanted to remember the good old village, weren’t they? He mussed his hair and dusted off his dragon skin jacket as he approached the Hog’s Head, mind on whether he might see some familiar faces or not, and if Ab still was mad at him for last time. He grinned to himself, deciding it didn’t matter that much, since he hadn’t done anything too bad, as he pushed the pub’s door open and sauntered in, the familiar scent of old tobacco smoke and stale beer hitting his senses.

He headed straight for the bar, easily sliding in the empty chair that had been unbeknownst to him occupied by one Remus Lupin just some time earlier. Fred gave the barkeep his (well, theirs, since there was really never just something Fred‘s) signature smirk, starting to unwind the deep blue, yard-long knitted scarf he’d gotten from Mum, from around his neck. “Hullo there, Ab, ya old crook. Still don’t want that stuff I told you about last time? No? Well, how about you serve me some beer while I drench in misery about it, yeah? No, not Butterbeer, mate! That effing awesome Muggle stuff, you still have it? Splendid!”

A little pop later he was served with a bottle, that was accepted with a wink and a delighted “cheers”. After taking a couple of deep, thirsty swings the redhead turned around in his seat to peer curiously at the rest of the room. There wasn’t a lot of familiar people arou---. Wait, wasn’t that Tonksie over there? Fred grinned and waved enthusiastically, having not seen her in a while.

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[info]tough_tonks
2008-11-20 11:31 pm UTC (link)
Tonks finished with Remus in a less than stellar fashion. After a brief word with Aberforth, partially about keeping it down and partially about him checking in on how she was doing, she went back to her drink and spot at the table. He finally brought out a greasy concoction she learned about at a Weird Sisters concert. It was Canadian, actually, but of course something Aberforth would serve -- Poutine. French fries covered in cheese curds and gravy, it was horribly unhealthy and greasy and exactly what her uncertain stomach craved at the moment.

So she was only now just digging into the massive pile of grease, most of the tears having stopped though her cheek was still streaked with their stains. She blinked to him and tried to put on a more earnest smile. No one else had to know that everything was falling apart at the seems, least of all darling, sweet Fred who was as much of a younger brother to her as anything. She'd have preferred more time to gather herself but she couldn't exactly ignore him so, after a momentarily shaken breath, she waved back.

"Wotcher, Fred. Got some food if yer hungry. It's Canadian!" She gave a proud little smile at the strange dish on which she was munching. Sadly, her smile didn't quite reach her eyes. Even her hair was that mousy brown which she couldn't fight off her change when she was in a mood like this.

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[info]fireheadjester
2008-11-20 11:58 pm UTC (link)
Fred raised an eyebrow when he heard talk about Canadian food, not knowing what to expect. Septics ate hamburgers, didn’t they? He reckoned Canadians might do something similar, but got up and came over to look at what the woman was stuffing her face with. He cocked his head to the side, eyeing the plate a bit suspiciously for a while before snatching one of the fries with grin. He put his already nearly empty bottle on the table next to him, taking a seat across from her. “Well, how about that! That actually tastes good, despite looking like butter itself was sick all over it. Who’d guessed?”

“How’ya doing, Tonksie? Looking as stunning as ever, aren’t we?” there was no trace of it in his voice, but Fred’s eyes darted a bit worriedly from Tonks’ tear streaked face and her less-than-bright coloured hair. When he first had seen her from afar, she’d looked alright to him, but now that he was closer it wasn’t too hard to tell there was something wrong. It was the hair, you see - Fred had learned overtime that you could see a lot of Tonksie’s emotions from her hair… except when she was undercover of course, but somehow she didn't seem like the happy person he was used to seeing. He wasn't too good with girl type emotions, but living with Ginny had given him some sensitivity to when there might be something wrong, and his warning bells were chiming somewhere in the distance.

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[info]tough_tonks
2008-11-21 12:12 am UTC (link)
Tonks actually coughed out a bit of a laugh as he described her dinner as, well, exactly what it DID look like. "I know, it's bloody lovely though. Best thing for a sick stomach or after a night of drinkin'. Picked up the recipe at a Weird Sister's concert." Tonks admitted, giving him another smile, this one a bit easier for the touch of a chuckle that he had given her, but it still wasn't in her eyes. She reached down and scooped up another gravy slathered chip, though, popping it past her lips and letting the horribly wonderful warmth of it relax her a moment or two.

His comment about her being stunning just made her smirk, shaking her head quietly, "Wouldn't say stunnin', but yer sweet. I'm... fine. Just peachy. Lovely. Fine as the world is right now, at least." She really was doing her best to seem fine also. She didn't need half the order thinking she was an emotional mess. And with Remus gone she had been managing to hold it together. She'd probably truly be in an alright mood if they hadn't just had another row twenty minutes ago. Fine really wasn't anything near her actual state of being.

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[info]fireheadjester
2008-11-23 11:29 am UTC (link)
"Weird Sisters', huh? Well, ya can't go wrong with that, right?" Fred's lips crooked into a lopsided grin as he watched Tonks push another one of those bite sized heart attacks into her mouth, twirling his bottle around its corner against the table. It clattered against the old wood in a rather high tone, until he lifted the flask to his lips, pausing for a second before emptying it. He really liked Muggle beer. It was a shame that he hadn't found it anywhere else in the Wizarding world than Hog's Head. Maybe he should go down to Muggleland and try to figure out how to buy it there, so he could take it home? He had heard stories about supermarkets and the whole thing sounded absolutely brilliant. The only problem was acquiring Muggle money - Gringotts had never been this slow before.

“Fine as the world, eh? That doesn’t sound too good - the world seems awful wonky these days, yeah?” Fred twirled the now empty bottle in his hands a couple of rounds before setting it on the table. He ran a hand through his head, grinning slightly awkwardly at Tonks, trying to figure out if he should ask her if she was really alright or not. He decided to go for it in the end, because he really wanted to know - Tonksie was the favourite big sister he never had had, so he needed to make sure. “So… are you really fine? Ya look a bit sad to be honest.”

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[info]tough_tonks
2008-11-24 04:22 pm UTC (link)
Was it really the time to lie to her friends? Tonks knew that keeping a strong face was a good idea -- more than a good idea, it was necessary for all of them. None of them could slip at a time like this, fall into weakness or be dishearted. It would be a slippery slope into being useless and she could not topple down that mountainside. Still, she had known Fred a long time now. She had watched him grow up into a fine young man who she truly enjoyed calling a friend. He deserved better than a shrug off from her. She watched his eyes for a few long moments before finally rolling her shoulders in a neutral, quiet little motion, her eyes dropping back to her food.

"Remus just left a bit ago. We had ... another row. He doesn't want to see sense and I don't want to let him go. And I suppose with the baby and all I might not be the... Sanest... of individuals... at the moment." Tonks admitted with a tiny little grin, at least still able to make fun of herself with a good heart. Besides, it's like she was ever really sane before? She just has a bit more insane icing on the crazy cake these days. But crazy cakes, made well, are delicious.

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[info]fireheadjester
2008-11-25 04:56 pm UTC (link)
If Fred wouldn’t have drank his beer already the drink would probably had gone down the wrong way, making him cough and splutter and turn as red in the face as his hair was. As it may, he had already drowned his bottle, but did a rather splendid imitation of the aforementioned even though, not completely sure what he was choking on. He held onto the end of the table to keep himself steady and hammered his chest square on, trying to clear his throat. After a while of violent hawking and wheezing breaths the bloke finally seemed to accomplish some sort of clearance, lifting his red rimmed eyes towards Tonks, looking absolutely bewildered.

“You -- wha? Wha, I mean, wha -- ! Baby? You're bloody pregg --- ! ... He left you?! What the bleeding hell! The fucking bastard of a wanker, I'm gonna fucking..," Fred wasn't making much sense, but he sure was mad! Not at poor Tonksie, of course. But hell, this was... It was --. He didn't even know what it was, but bloody fucking damn!

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[info]tough_tonks
2008-11-25 05:04 pm UTC (link)
Tonks' eyes went wide as she realized that, possibly, the entire Weasley family did not gossip among themselves like the old days and just because Bill and Fleur knew, apparently, the rest of the family did not. Or at least poor Fred, to whom she had just dumped quite the load of knowledge in a very short amount of time. She smiled almost apologetically, but his reaction couldn't help but bring a bit of amusement to her eyes. Fred never did anything quietly, did he?

"Fred! Fred, Fred, take a breath, bloody hell, please, calm down! Sorry, I... I thought you knew. Figured Fleur had told everyone. Now just...just wait a moment." Her hands reached out, trying to take his, making certain he didn't do anything crazy in these first few moments like send off some hex on Remus while she sat shocked at his reaction, "Remus... yes, he might be in the wrong, but he made his own damned choice and I'm not going to send the calvary after him for it. Just calm down. What's done is done. I'm just... Just getting my head back on straight, is all." She admitted quietly, tiredly.

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[info]fireheadjester
2008-11-25 06:23 pm UTC (link)
When Tonks grabbed his hand Fred took a couple of really, really deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. He wanted to scream and curse and flail a bit more, but she didn't need that, did she? Him acting like a petulant child and throwing a fit, because he was suddenly so bloody darn angry at Remus and himself and the world for putting poor Tonksie through this kind of shite, but as well for not keeping him in the loop. There was a twinge of dislike directed towards Fleur for a second, but he determinedly pushed it away, because there was nothing good to come from being angry at her either, was there? He opened his eyes (when had he closed them? He had no idea), brows furrowed and looked up at Tonks. "‘m sorry, shouldn't've started screaming blue murder, yeah?"

He dropped his eyes to the table top, fighting to smother the fury that bubbled through his veins. After a few more of those bleeding nice deep breaths Fred lifted his eyes to Tonksie, looking both desperate and a little lost, trying to cover both emotions up as best as he could - which wasn’t very good. “I mean… I just never thought he’d ---. Eh, it doesn’t matter. Anyway, is there anything, I seriously mean anything!, that I can do? Even if it’s like, washing your laundry, just say the word and you’ll have the whitest whites you’ve ever seen, alright?” he squeezed her hand a bit tighter as he spoke, hoping it would be even a little comforting. Tonks hadn’t shown any real big girl type emotions yet, just looked tired and worn (it made Fred’s mouth taste bad and heart ache), but a part of him waited a bit frightened whether she was going to start bawling or not. Good old Tonksie was one tough lady, that was for sure.

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[info]tough_tonks
2008-11-28 03:23 pm UTC (link)
In truth, the time for girl-type emotions had long passed. Yes, a part of Tonks would like to cry and break down to this day, to shut herself up in her room and become the moping, quiet mousy woman that she was for most of the year she spent pining after Remus. But she was older now, the world was a different place, and there was no time for locking herself up behind emotion and throwing away the key. Work needed her, the Order needed her, her friends did, and above all this baby needed her to be strong. If it turned out she was to do this alone, she certainly wouldn't do it with her eyes to the ground and a frown on her face. So, though she did look tired and worn, there was still that glimmer of strength behind her eyes and even in her hand as she gave his palm another squeeze now that his eyes were open.

The offer of doing laundry made her brows loft. She grinnned, all too sorely tempted if she didn't -fear- for her whites in the hands of Fred and George. "Laundry, eh? I might take ya up on that one, Freddie. Do ye know the difference between whites and delicates and the like?" She paused then, giving him a long, slightly smirking look, "Or are ye goin' to pass it off on your poor mum to do. Either way, I might say yes. Oh, you can do the dirty diapers when the baby comes along too. I hear they're nasty to wash." She winked, truly trying to keep her attitude up, especially in efforts to calm her fiery tempered friend. Redheads, eh?

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[info]fireheadjester
2008-11-30 05:52 pm UTC (link)
"I solemnly swear they won't turn colour much, even if we wash them! Well, 'cept if ya want them to, of course," Fred tried his best to make the grin a non-faltering one, because Tonks honestly deserved it... and he had to admit he was a bit ashamed of his reaction and the fact that it still was bubbling in his stomach. He was not going to let it come up his throat again that was for sure. On the mention of diapers, though, his eyebrows lifted in a slightly horrified manner, before he furrowed his brows and squinted his eyes in a not too pleased manner, shaking his head a bit, before he actually gave Tonksie a honest to Merlin Weasley grin.

"How'bout we ship those diapers off to Bill or summat? He's gonna need the practice soon enough, I reckon."

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