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Remus/Tonks ficlet continued - The Phantom Librarian
Spewing out too many words since November 2003
Remus/Tonks ficlet continued
(I haven't found my notes on Blood in the Earth yet--I don't remember what all I planned to do, just how it ended--so I won't start that quite yet.)

Still in a T/R kinda mood, but not feeling like doing something new, here's a continuation of the the scene I did earlier, which ended with Remus realizing that the pretty stranger he's been sketching at the Three Broomsticks is, in fact, Tonks, when she waves and says, "Wotcher, Remus, you're early!" (This surprises him, as he's spent the last hour thinking of her as a child.)

Picking up in Dora's POV. Starting 12:43am; will stop writing at 1:43 am.

Tonks uncurled herself from her spot by the fire. Remus was staring at her for some reason, and didn't seem inclined to come join her.

She sat down at the barstool beside him and waved to Rosmerta to bring her another pint of mulled mead.

"I wasn't expecting you yet," he said, not looking directly at her. A thin charcoal stick was playing across his long fingers. (The perfect evenness of the first and middle fingers--one of the few signs of lycanthropy that stayed when the moon wasn't full--had always fascinated her.)

"Dress shop was a bit of a wash," she said, as her mulled mead appeared beside her. She took a swallow and let it warm her up. "They're swamped. Don't know why; no ball this year."

"I suppose they have patrons other than students." He started gathering up bits of parchment. "You got your other outfit fixed, I see."

"Oh. Just a quick shrinking at the waistband to keep the skirt from hanging oddly. And I took off the horrid jacket."

"Are you morphed?"


"I was just wondering. I didn't recognize you there for a moment."

Tonks frowned, irritated. "I'm not morphed at all. Good Lord, Remus, how long have we known one another?"

"A long time. Your mum brought you to King's Cross to meet the train the year you were born. She let all four of us hold you."

Tonks raised an eyebrow. Not that Remus saw it. He was meticulously brushing charcoal dust from the bar onto a piece of parchment.

"You were frightened of James's glasses for some reason. You started howling. I took you then. You quieted down. And you smiled."

"Good to know."

Remus glanced up at her quickly and smiled in a nervous way that she'd never seen before. "I'm sorry. You don't care about that, do you?"

She shrugged and smiled. "A bit puzzled. I only meant that you've known me long enough that I thought you'd recognize me on sight. Most of the time, you recognize me when I am morphed."

"Just..." He shook his head and sighed deeply. "It was just a trick of the firelight, Dora. I'm sorry."

"It's all right. I don't think you've seen me totally unmorphed for awhile." She looked over his arm, which was curled protectively around several sketches. "When did you start drawing? I remember you doing it when I was small, but I haven't seen you do it for a long time."

"Oh. Sirius and Harry gave me this. I expect Harry said something like, 'What am I meant to give Lupin?' and Sirius came up with the idea. I know Harry wouldn't have any reason to think of it on his own."

"You know, you should let him get to know you. He wants to."

"Sirius is his guardian."

"Did you see his face in Surrey, when he saw you in at his aunt's house? I never saw anyone so relieved to see someone as Harry was to see you."

"I'm not his guardian," Remus said, his face settling into the thoughtful, rather sad look it so often had, his arm relaxing slightly on the pile of sketches.

"You're not my guardian either. I still like knowing you." Tonks took another swig from her mead. "So, what were you drawing?"

"Oh... oh, nothing, really. It's been awhile. I was getting back into the habit. Drawing this and that. I haven't charmed anything yet. Perhaps we should order lunch?"

"Sounds like good plan."

They ordered stew and bread, and Remus pulled the conversation around to the past again--to Tonks's charmed dollies, and the stories they'd read together when he sat with her on nights her parents had gone out, and the Christmases he'd spent with her family. By the time the bowls were half empty, they were laughing, and she had nearly forgotten his nervously fluttering hands, hovering near his sketchpad.

"Do you remember the year Dad decided to take us all carolling?"

"Someone really needs to tell your father that he can't carry a tune..."

"Don't look at me. It would break his heart."

"Oh, well."

"I remember that old Muggle woman who gave us hot cocoa. Cooked it up in a saucepan on their stove. I wanted so much to ask her how it worked! Mum had to step on my foot to keep me from going exploring."

"Yes, I remember. You wanted to explore everything."

"I still like to explore everything." She drained her mead. "Right now, I think I'd like to explore another pint. What do you say? Another round?"

Remus smiled awkwardly. "Er... let me check... I think I could..." He leaned sideways to pull his money bag from the pocket of his outer robe, and his elbow caught the edge of his sketchpad, spilling it onto the floor, the drawings he'd done flying every whichway.

Tonks climbed down from the stool to help pick up, without thinking about it, and only heard his horrified, "Dora, don't," after she'd already picked up a handful.

Squatting there on the floor of the Three Broomsticks, she glanced down at them. A tree, sketched very quickly, but with a marvelous sense of movement--the Whomping Willow. An abstraction of the lines of Hogsmeade in the snow. And...

"Goodness, who's this girl?" she asked, flipping the landscapes aside to find sketches of a small girl in oversized clothes, grinning mischievously. Her face had been sketched with great love, the arch of her eyebrows... "Remus, is this me?"

He nodded miserably and pulled himself back onto his barstool. "I was trying to get what you looked like, transforming on the road out there."

Tonks's heart sank. "I really do look ten to you, don't I? I thought you were joking."

Remus leaned forward, face in hands. "Keep going," he muttered.

She grimaced, not really wanting to see more sweet-little-Doras, but when she moved the piece of parchment she was looking at, she saw someone entirely different: an elegant woman, with a swanlike neck and thick wavy hair, drawn from an unattainable distance, with the flames of the...

She looked up sharply. Remus's face was still covered, but his ears were quite pink.

"I'm beautiful here," TOnks said.

"Yes, you are beautiful here." He curled his fingers into his thick hair and shook his head. "I can't believe I looked at you like that," he said. "I'm so sorry, Dora. You must think I'm quite the dirty old man."

"Yes, you're ancient," she said absently, letting her eyes linger on the lines of the drawing. "And I'm dead offended that you think I'm beautiful. What an insult."

"You know what I mean."

Tonks looked at the picture one last time, then slammed the whole sheaf of them down on the bar. Remus moved his hands from his face and looked at her, vaguely surprised.

"I don't have the first bloody idea what you mean, Remus. And do you know why I'm offended? Because when you think I'm ten, you love me. I can see that. But when you think I'm a beautiful, actual grown-up woman, I'm just something pretty to draw, like a tree or a house. If you were to draw me again, knowing perfectly well who I am, you'd draw me at ten, wouldn't you? Little Dora in pigtails. I've had it, Remus. I'm twenty-three." He blinked a few times, looking lost, and she felt guilty. "Forget it, I'm sorry. I'll morph myself back to ten if you'd like."

She started to change her face, smiling so he'd know it was a joke (even if it really wasn't), but quite abruptly, he put his hand on her wrist, and said, "Don't."

Ouch, two minutes over. Oh, well. Took a break in the middle. I'm not satisfied with how fast the ending happened, but I noticed I was running out of time.

I feel a bit...: thirsty thirsty

11 comments or Leave a comment
kizmet_42 From: kizmet_42 Date: March 21st, 2004 11:41 am (UTC) (Link)


You're not stopping there, are you?

Kizmet, who wants more
myf From: myf Date: March 21st, 2004 02:06 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Oh?

Myf wants more too.

Well done, Fern - I've never really bought the whole Remus/Tonks ship, but I think you may have convinced me. But then, I'm a sucker for anything with a well-written Remus in it. This definitely qualifies, it was gorgeous.
mafdet From: mafdet Date: March 21st, 2004 06:27 pm (UTC) (Link)
I want to read more, too!

T/R is a favorite ship, but so few people know how to get it right. You do an excellent job at capturing both their characters and developing their attraction realistically. T/R is one of those Ships where there must be a lot of character development.
thewhiteowl From: thewhiteowl Date: March 22nd, 2004 04:48 am (UTC) (Link)
Hurrah! Remus/Tonks! I hope you continue this! :-)
calico321 From: calico321 Date: March 22nd, 2004 12:25 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh my, your writing is just about flawless! You've really provided a background and personalities to these people that I'm always going to keep in my mind when reading the actual books. And, well, I just want more *grin*
From: (Anonymous) Date: July 18th, 2004 05:07 pm (UTC) (Link)
calico321: nice "come to kenya icon.
atropos87 From: atropos87 Date: March 22nd, 2004 03:49 pm (UTC) (Link)
Good stuff, Fern. R/T is not my preferred ship for Remus, but that is some very impressive character development. And, heck, I just want him to be happy and the way you write about them makes me see how Tonks could make him so. You will write some more won't you?
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fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: March 23rd, 2004 01:12 pm (UTC) (Link)
Be my guest! I love friends.
erised1810 From: erised1810 Date: March 24th, 2004 12:29 pm (UTC) (Link)
Wow...it stoped right there but I can see how it might have gone if o uahd a bit more time left...*melts* thanks!
wm_law2003 From: wm_law2003 Date: April 13th, 2004 06:15 am (UTC) (Link)
More more! What happens next? Inquiring minds want to know!
froda_baggins From: froda_baggins Date: April 13th, 2004 10:28 am (UTC) (Link)
Please write more? *whimpers*

I love your Tonks so much. She has such heart, and spirit.
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