[mood| grumpy]

( Harry and I thought we made progress on Crabbe and Goyle today... but perhaps we were wrong )

[mood| nervous]

( Sometimes when you're on an assignment, it's tough to tell who's the hunter and who is the prey. )

[mood| blah]



( I’ve been avoiding my mother, but it’s time I go see her. )

I Apparate to the address Kingsley gave me through the floo and am shocked at the smell that assaults my senses before I even take stock of the scene. There's been a fire. A big one. Looking around, I realise I'm at the Quibbler offices. Taking stock of the scene (and the ensueing chaos,) I see Mr Xenophilius Lovegood lying on the ground. Has the poor bloke fainted? I wander through the crowd and approach him. "Mr Lovegood? Hello, I'm Auror Tonks."
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[mood| curious]

( Harry, Ron, and I got our partnerships at work today. )

[mood| sad]



I didn’t really want to go to work this morning.

1. It was raining.

2. I didn’t sleep well.

3. I was supposed to have the day off.

4. The full moon was last night and I’m worried about Remus.


However, Kingsley, that git, had other plans for me today.( Read more... )

[mood| pensive]

( It seems that Remus and I had the same thing on our minds tonight... )

[mood| surprised]

( Today I had lunch with Hermione and she dropped not one, but TWO bombs on me. )

I wake to the sensation of the mattress sinking beside me and fingers gently caressing my hair. It’s such a soothing feeling; I don’t want it to stop. It suddenly occurs to me that it must be morning and Remus is just being kinder than the alarm…

But then I remember-

“Wake up, birthday girl.”

It is my birthday. I don’t have to get up today! I groan, keeping my eyes closed against the annoying daylight, burrowing deeper under the duvet.

I feel a breath of laughter against the nape of my neck, causing me to shiver. “You aren’t going to make me celebrate all by myself, are you? I decorated, made you a cake- I even wrapped your presents- without magic.”

Presents?

Gifts are an awfully tempting reason to get out of bed.

But it’s dark and warm right here in bed. Remus is nice and cuddly, gently playing with my hair. Prezzies can wait!

Feeling his body pressed against mine and the feeling of his breath on my skin in combination with the fact that A. this is the last vacation I’ll have for some time, B. we are alone in a lovely, REMOTE cottage, 3. it’s my birthday, and D. did I mention we’re alone? makes my mind rapidly change gears.

“Don’t you want to open your presents?” he asks in a raspy voice.

Sigh…

Despite some havoc going on in the Wizarding world, today has been bloody boring. I’ve taken to sketching pictures of flowers and R+T=♥ on the corners of my parchment. Even Kingsley is yawning.

One interesting thing did happen today. Due to the substantial loss of Aurors in the Azkaban breakout, we’ve decided to recruit heavily this summer. The department will accept several new apprentices and drill them heavily, eventually putting them in the field with a Senior Auror. Kingsley asked me to teach Concealment and Disguise. Fathom that! It’s sort of an exciting prospect though. Nevertheless, I wish it were Remus instead of me. He’s a natural- I’m just… not. I’ll have to ask him for some pointers.

Suddenly the floo roars to life, green flames licking the hearth- but no one calls out.( Read more... )