Don't call me Nymphadora. It's Tonks. (tonksadora) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2013-06-17 19:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | nymphadora tonks, remus lupin |
Who: Tonks and Remus
What: Catching up?
Where: Tonks's flat
When: This afternoon, moments after Remus said he'd come by.
Rating: TBD
Status: In progress
Tonks felt better than she had all week. It had been a long week, a strange week, and mainly a week for keeping to herself. Which was strange for her, considering. There were people she knew here, or at least who she'd probably know someday, and they were all very nice and helpful. But readjusting to just being there — and getting used to the idea that she was probably going to be here for the foreseeable future — was exhausting.
But today she was feeling better. She hadn't exactly woken up thinking that it was going to be a better day, but for the first time, she'd woken up without panicking over the unfamiliar surroundings. Not that the flat she was staying in felt like home, exactly — it was small, and comfortable enough, but it wasn't like her flat in London. Still, she was getting used to things, which made going through the day a bit easier. She was glad when she heard about the newcomers' class, because it gave her something to look forward to, to force her to leave the flat.
But then, after lunch, she found that her day — and, retroactively, the whole past week, really — improved immensely: Remus was here. And he was coming to her flat.
It was almost too good to be true (and, like the good Auror she was, she recognized that that was a possibility — so it was a good thing she had her wand back), but she hadn't been able to sit still ever since she spoke with him — and she hadn't been able to stop smiling, either. She hadn't wanted to seem overeager so she hadn't asked when he'd be around, which was why she started cleaning. It was a bit of an overstatement, really. She'd been washing and using the same few dishes ever since she arrived. And hadn't cooked, exactly — she'd gotten a few groceries but was mostly eating them one at a time: some crisps here, an apple there, a sandwich if she was feeling particularly creative. But it didn't take her long to finish straightening the place up. Now it really didn't look like her own place, but there really wasn't any helping that right now.
When she was done, she flopped down on the couch, trying not to be impatient. It was nice that they'd given her a computer of her own; she was a fast learner, and it was helpful to be able to distract herself with something while she was waiting for Remus to arrive.