Title: What The Cookie Told Her To Do
Author: Girl Who Writes
Format: fic
Word Count: 522
Rating: PG
Prompt: Fortune Cookies.
Summary: Nymphadora Tonks was a girl with a mission.
Author's Notes: This story was written as part of rtchallenge at livejournal's February Ficathon. Thank you to everyone who read and favourite-d "Heroics"; your lovely reviews meant the world to me.


Nymphadora Tonks marked into Grimmauld Place, her wand in one hand and a scrap of paper in the other, determination written all over her face.

"Still having no luck with Remus?" Charlie passed the takeaway carton to Tonks, as they sat on a park bench together.

"He keeps saying the same things over and over again," she stabbed a piece of chicken with her chopsticks. "He's too poor and too old and too dangerous." Her bubblegum pink hair was in chin-length curls, which Charlie secretly thought made her look like a comic book character (a thought he kept to himself in fear of being hexed.)

"It's not like you didn't know he was a werewolf," Charlie bit into a spring roll. "I mean, everyone knows Lupin's a werewolf. It's just one of those things. The sky is blue, water is wet, Remus Lupin is a werewolf. If anyone can handle a werewolf, it's a bloody Auror."

"Told him that."

"And I've seen how much you make, Nymph. It's not like you need him to lend you a twenty."

"Told him that, too," Tonks tucked one of her legs underneath her and passed the carton back to Charlie.

"Then he's a daft git who doesn't come up with very good arguments. When was the last time the poor sod had a shag?"

"CHARLIE." A piece of broccoli was flicked at his head.

"Sorry. Personally, I don't get what you see in him, Nymph. I suppose if I'm supporting Bill and that French thing, I've got to support you and Lupin by default. That Flora girl isn't much older than Ginny!"

"Fleur is her name, and she's the same age as the twins are. Triwizard Tournament ringing any bells?"

"Poor Diggory."

"Yeah." Tonks sighed, and dropped her head onto Charlie's shoulders. "So what do I do with Lupin?"

"I recommend some rope and…"

"CHARLIE!"

"Sorry." Charlie stroked Tonks' hair. "Well, you have two choices."

"And they are?"

"You can pine in a manner that positively becomes you, and would make any normal man last after you, but unfortunately Lupin is blind as well as being a daft git…"

"Charlie."

"Right, sorry. Or you could do whatever the cookie says." Charlie produced a paper bag containing two fortune cookies. "I vote for the cookie option because you can put 'in bed' on the end, and the Professor could do with some tension release."

Tonks groaned and took the proffered cookie, snapping it open. "I don't even like fortune cookies. They taste like cardboard."

"Give it here," Charlie crunched the cookies while unravelling his own fortune. "Okay, 'Honesty is the best policy.'"

"In bed," Tonks chorused dutifully as Charlie made a face and crumpled the fortune up.

"Your turn, Nymph."

"Mine's, 'Perseverance will lead to your heart's desire'."

"In bed," Charlie replied and looked at his violet-eyed companion. "The cookie has spoken. Go nag Lupin some more."

Tonks stood up, brushing crumbs off of her coat. "What about you?"

Charlie sighed, and looked at his crumpled fortune. "Apparently my cookie thinks I need to talk to my mum."

Nymphadora Tonks was a girl with a mission.