Post by expectopatronum08 on Dec 16, 2006 12:45:37 GMT -5
Title: Problem Girl
Rating: PG-ish?
Pairings: The main pairing is Remus/Tonks, but there's a bit of Ron/Hermione and eventually a bit of ADMM.
Summary: Tonks has consistently been feeling like a burden to everyone, and the only one that can make her feel otherwise is Remus. The question is, can he do it?
Notes: Based off of Rob Thomas' song "Problem Girl."
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The small house was dark, and when the sunlight shone in through the windows, you could see dust floating through the air. The breeze was blowing in liberally from the windows, and the sitting room smelled reminiscently of Floo Powder. Remus Lupin walked in, threw his coat over an armchair in the sitting room, and headed to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. After he’d sat down with it and the Daily Prophet, he heard a pop in the fireplace behind him.
“Remus?” He looked up from the table to see Molly’s head in the fire.
“Hi, Molly,” Remus said. “You startled me.”
“Oh, sorry,” she said, smiling apologetically. “Listen, I just wondered- have you seen Tonks?”
“I, no, I haven’t,” he answered. “Why? She wasn’t supposed to be on duty or anything, was she?” he asked worriedly.
“Well, no, but I was just worried, Arthur said she seemed frazzled at work today.”
“If I hear from her, Molly, I’ll let you know,” answered Remus, taking a drink of tea. “So, when are Harry and Hermione coming to stay?” he asked, afraid that if he talked about Nymphadora too long, Molly might notice something.
“Oh, the end of the week, I believe,” Molly answered. “You’re welcome to come and stay too, Remus, I think Tonks may be coming to stay. Kingsley has been dropping in occasionally, too.”
“I’ll keep it in mind, thanks.”
“You’re welcome. Well, I must go get supper started, I think Ron and Ginny are getting hungry, and Arthur ought to be home from work soon. It was nice to chat, Remus...I hope Tonks is okay.”
“Me too, Molly. See you soon.” And Mrs. Weasley’s head left his fireplace with another pop. After sitting quietly for a moment, his thoughts drifted to Tonks. “Nymphadora,” he thought, “What’s wrong?”
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Nymphadora Tonks was making her way through the Atrium of the Ministry of Magic, carefully tapping her wand on her shoulder so that it changed her office attire to that of a young Muggle woman. Once she was satisfied with what she was wearing (and with the shade of pink her hair was) she walked out onto one of the busiest streets of London and blended right in with the Muggles surrounding her.
“Maybe you should just let me do this, Tonks,” she mumbled to herself in a singsong voice. “Or, it’s okay, I’ve got it covered.” She sighed. She was repeating everything that everyone had said to her in the past few weeks, and had come to the conclusion that she was being no help to anyone at all. She was too clumsy. Yes, so she was a highly skilled Auror, but the fact that she sometimes knocked over a vase or tripped unexpectedly made her the one that everyone wanted to do things for, in fear that she might mess them up.
Don't let 'em get where they're going to
You know they're only what they think of you
You heard of this emotional trickery
And you felt like you were learning the ropes
But where you're going now you don't know....
She continued walking down the busy streets of London, kicking pebbles when she came across them. Tonks wasn’t sure where she felt like going, or if she even wanted to go anywhere. Grimmauld Place was out of the question; without Sirius there, she just didn’t feel like she should be there without other members of the Order around. Her parents' house was out of the question, too, because she didn’t feel like having her mother and father worry about her. She could go home, but she’d be by herself, as usual, and all she really wanted was to be with someone right now.
And that someone was Remus Lupin.
Okay, so there was a large difference in their ages, she knew that. And she probably figured he’d never let her like him because he was a werewolf, and that was just too dangerous for her. But what she did know is that she felt something for him she hadn’t felt for anyone in a long time, and she wanted to do something about that.
But what? Either way, she kept walking, hoping that she wouldn't run into someone she knew. Now that she’d disappointed herself by thinking about Remus again, she just wanted to be alone. She gazed into the windows of the Muggle shops she passed, thinking that sometimes it must be nice to not have any idea who Lord Voldemort and the Death Eaters were. And as she paused to look in the window of one shop, she tripped over a crack in the sidewalk.
“Are you okay?” A teenage girl had rushed to Tonks’s side to make sure she was okay.
“Yup, thanks,” Tonks answered, straightening up and brushing the dirt off her jeans.
The young girl smiled at her, and Tonks gave a weak smile in return. They headed off in their separate directions, Tonks finally deciding to head toward Diagon Alley.
And when the kids on the street say
What's your problem, girl?
And the weight of their smile gets
Too much for you to bear
Tonks passed through the Leaky Cauldron and gave a nod to Tom, the barman, and tapped the bricks out back. When she stepped through the archway into Diagon Alley, she saw wizards of all kinds scurrying into shops and heading down the cobblestone street. Some of the young wizards who were on summer holiday gave her some odd looks when they saw her dirty patched jeans and t-shirt. Judging from the looks on some of their faces, she had a pretty angry demeanor about her.
“What’s your problem?” one of the boys asked her, and Tonks blushed furiously. She felt terrible, so she ducked into Fred and George’s shop, hoping that they could cheer her up.
“Tonks, what’s going on?” George asked her cheerily, when she managed her way to the twins, who were standing behind the counter. Their hair seemed more red than usual, and both were dressed in bright blue satin robes. Fred was just finishing up with a young wizard that Tonks assumed to be a Hogwarts student. The young boy had an entire pile of Skiving Snackboxes on the counter and some various other objects, all of which Tonks was sure would annoy Filch.
“You both best hope you can cheer me up,” she answered.
“Oh, Tonks, that’s ever so easy,” Fred replied, leading her over to some shelves and showing her their latest developments. He convinced her to buy a Fanged Frisbee, a punching telescope, and a few Skiving Snackboxes, just in case she ever felt like she needed a day off of work.
Tonks walked out of the store with a little less gold in her pockets and a slightly better mood. She decided to apparate to The Burrow, since Molly had invited her to stay. And with the first thought of the Weasley’s house, she was there.
And when they all make you feel
Like you're a problem, girl...
Remember, you're no problem at all.
Rating: PG-ish?
Pairings: The main pairing is Remus/Tonks, but there's a bit of Ron/Hermione and eventually a bit of ADMM.
Summary: Tonks has consistently been feeling like a burden to everyone, and the only one that can make her feel otherwise is Remus. The question is, can he do it?
Notes: Based off of Rob Thomas' song "Problem Girl."
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The small house was dark, and when the sunlight shone in through the windows, you could see dust floating through the air. The breeze was blowing in liberally from the windows, and the sitting room smelled reminiscently of Floo Powder. Remus Lupin walked in, threw his coat over an armchair in the sitting room, and headed to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. After he’d sat down with it and the Daily Prophet, he heard a pop in the fireplace behind him.
“Remus?” He looked up from the table to see Molly’s head in the fire.
“Hi, Molly,” Remus said. “You startled me.”
“Oh, sorry,” she said, smiling apologetically. “Listen, I just wondered- have you seen Tonks?”
“I, no, I haven’t,” he answered. “Why? She wasn’t supposed to be on duty or anything, was she?” he asked worriedly.
“Well, no, but I was just worried, Arthur said she seemed frazzled at work today.”
“If I hear from her, Molly, I’ll let you know,” answered Remus, taking a drink of tea. “So, when are Harry and Hermione coming to stay?” he asked, afraid that if he talked about Nymphadora too long, Molly might notice something.
“Oh, the end of the week, I believe,” Molly answered. “You’re welcome to come and stay too, Remus, I think Tonks may be coming to stay. Kingsley has been dropping in occasionally, too.”
“I’ll keep it in mind, thanks.”
“You’re welcome. Well, I must go get supper started, I think Ron and Ginny are getting hungry, and Arthur ought to be home from work soon. It was nice to chat, Remus...I hope Tonks is okay.”
“Me too, Molly. See you soon.” And Mrs. Weasley’s head left his fireplace with another pop. After sitting quietly for a moment, his thoughts drifted to Tonks. “Nymphadora,” he thought, “What’s wrong?”
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Nymphadora Tonks was making her way through the Atrium of the Ministry of Magic, carefully tapping her wand on her shoulder so that it changed her office attire to that of a young Muggle woman. Once she was satisfied with what she was wearing (and with the shade of pink her hair was) she walked out onto one of the busiest streets of London and blended right in with the Muggles surrounding her.
“Maybe you should just let me do this, Tonks,” she mumbled to herself in a singsong voice. “Or, it’s okay, I’ve got it covered.” She sighed. She was repeating everything that everyone had said to her in the past few weeks, and had come to the conclusion that she was being no help to anyone at all. She was too clumsy. Yes, so she was a highly skilled Auror, but the fact that she sometimes knocked over a vase or tripped unexpectedly made her the one that everyone wanted to do things for, in fear that she might mess them up.
Don't let 'em get where they're going to
You know they're only what they think of you
You heard of this emotional trickery
And you felt like you were learning the ropes
But where you're going now you don't know....
She continued walking down the busy streets of London, kicking pebbles when she came across them. Tonks wasn’t sure where she felt like going, or if she even wanted to go anywhere. Grimmauld Place was out of the question; without Sirius there, she just didn’t feel like she should be there without other members of the Order around. Her parents' house was out of the question, too, because she didn’t feel like having her mother and father worry about her. She could go home, but she’d be by herself, as usual, and all she really wanted was to be with someone right now.
And that someone was Remus Lupin.
Okay, so there was a large difference in their ages, she knew that. And she probably figured he’d never let her like him because he was a werewolf, and that was just too dangerous for her. But what she did know is that she felt something for him she hadn’t felt for anyone in a long time, and she wanted to do something about that.
But what? Either way, she kept walking, hoping that she wouldn't run into someone she knew. Now that she’d disappointed herself by thinking about Remus again, she just wanted to be alone. She gazed into the windows of the Muggle shops she passed, thinking that sometimes it must be nice to not have any idea who Lord Voldemort and the Death Eaters were. And as she paused to look in the window of one shop, she tripped over a crack in the sidewalk.
“Are you okay?” A teenage girl had rushed to Tonks’s side to make sure she was okay.
“Yup, thanks,” Tonks answered, straightening up and brushing the dirt off her jeans.
The young girl smiled at her, and Tonks gave a weak smile in return. They headed off in their separate directions, Tonks finally deciding to head toward Diagon Alley.
And when the kids on the street say
What's your problem, girl?
And the weight of their smile gets
Too much for you to bear
Tonks passed through the Leaky Cauldron and gave a nod to Tom, the barman, and tapped the bricks out back. When she stepped through the archway into Diagon Alley, she saw wizards of all kinds scurrying into shops and heading down the cobblestone street. Some of the young wizards who were on summer holiday gave her some odd looks when they saw her dirty patched jeans and t-shirt. Judging from the looks on some of their faces, she had a pretty angry demeanor about her.
“What’s your problem?” one of the boys asked her, and Tonks blushed furiously. She felt terrible, so she ducked into Fred and George’s shop, hoping that they could cheer her up.
“Tonks, what’s going on?” George asked her cheerily, when she managed her way to the twins, who were standing behind the counter. Their hair seemed more red than usual, and both were dressed in bright blue satin robes. Fred was just finishing up with a young wizard that Tonks assumed to be a Hogwarts student. The young boy had an entire pile of Skiving Snackboxes on the counter and some various other objects, all of which Tonks was sure would annoy Filch.
“You both best hope you can cheer me up,” she answered.
“Oh, Tonks, that’s ever so easy,” Fred replied, leading her over to some shelves and showing her their latest developments. He convinced her to buy a Fanged Frisbee, a punching telescope, and a few Skiving Snackboxes, just in case she ever felt like she needed a day off of work.
Tonks walked out of the store with a little less gold in her pockets and a slightly better mood. She decided to apparate to The Burrow, since Molly had invited her to stay. And with the first thought of the Weasley’s house, she was there.
And when they all make you feel
Like you're a problem, girl...
Remember, you're no problem at all.
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