Myron / Tonks
It hadn't taken Tonks long at all to appear at the flat - one of the many pros of Apparition. "I love it," he chuckled. "If we were still in London, it's not all that far from the Leaky Cauldron. Plus my owl has a nice place in the garden enclosure from the bottom-most part." The way time worked here in Tumbleweed was honestly mind-boggling. Myron, just from where he'd been pulled, had 9 years on this version of Tonks. But even so, he was really only three years older than her.
Smirking at her jest, he ruffled her hair in the way an annoying older brother might to his baby sister. "If you're ever on this end of town and need to crash, feel free to take one of the spare rooms on my level. I don't think I'm going to have any permanent roommates up there so you should be alright."