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Author's Note: Hey everyone! Yes, I know, I haven't been really consistent in my updating lately (as if I ever have been), but I'm really busy with school stuff. October is busy month in school every single year, and this year is no exception, so everyone's bees as for the moment. But, in a few days, there might be another update. We're kinda free next week and the next 2.
Anyways, I would want to thank those who reviewed in the past chapter: LoonyMoony16, metawolfagus, radish, FairyPrincess87, and lalalaPICKLES. You guys are fabulous! Thanks a lot! Reviews certainly are appreciated (hint, hint!)
And so, let us now move on to… Chapter Six! Enjoy everyone!
Chapter Six: Sibling Propositions And Oppositions
Tonks didn't feel too good about this.
A few days ago, she and Remus had discussed the most important details of the wedding over lunch at a small spaghetti restaurant. They had already agreed on the venue, the basic entourage, things like that.
But, much to Tonks' annoyance, Rachel just had to be one of the bridesmaids.
Now, late-evening dinner was served to Tonks in Remus' apartment. She had gone home three hours later than expected (work finishes at five, but it was too busy), and she decided to drop by his apartment to see him. Apparently she had forgotten that Rachel was there.
"Remus," Tonks told him tiredly as he laid a plate of mashed potato and chicken in front of her, "We really should start planning now."
He sat down in front of her. "Of course we should," He told her as a matter-of-factly, "But you're the one who's always busy. You don't even drop by as often as you did before."
"Well, sorry," Tonks said sarcastically, rolling her eyes, "I have all the time in the world to visit you but I'm too busy!"
Remus sighed in understanding, and then he nodded. "Nymphadora," he said soothingly, reaching out for her hand across the table, "I understand you're busy and all, but really, this is our wedding. It only happens once in a lifetime, right?"
She smirked. "Yeah, once in a lifetime, unless you divorce with me and decide to go with some hot, sexy girl when you realize she's such a slut and you ask me to marry you again."
"Nymphadora, you are so irritable these days," he said, agitated, "Are you pregnant or what?"
"Yeah, I am," she joked seriously, "And you're not the father. Now go and get your hot, sexy girlfriend and don't come back."
Remus' eyes turned serious. "Nymphadora, are you okay? You're really… hot-headed." He paused for awhile, and then he said, "Why?"
Tonks rolled her eyes again and scoffed. "Remus, if we're trying to plan our wedding in here, then at least your sister should have the courtesy of not twittering so loudly in her phone!" She wailed, and then said, "Please? I have no plans of divorcing you after this and repeating the whole process all over again, so tell her to lower down her voice? Or go somewhere else?"
He chuckled and stood up, leaving Tonks to her mashed potato, eating quietly and watching her fiancé intently, who was approaching her future sister-in-law.
"Rache," she heard Remus say, "We're in the middle of planning our wedding here. Can you at least lower your voice down or something?"
"Hold on a moment," Rachel said to her phone, and then turned to Remus and said, "I'm talking to my best friend here who I haven't seen in a week, Rem. Give me time, okay?"
He ran a hand over his head agitatedly, and said quietly, "Rachel, Nymphadora is feeling a bit off today," he explained, "She needs some quiet time now."
She scoffed provokingly. "Then go to the park, breathe in some fresh air outside, eat out in that Italian resto, I don't know!" She squealed irritatedly, "I'm not going to be the one to get along with that fiancée of yours, Remus! I'm implicated enough!"
Implicated? Tonks thought infuriatingly, and she's the one who's implicated? "Rachel, if you're implicated then you shouldn't have –" He paused as Rachel interrupted him.
"Later, Remus." She said, raising a finger to stop him from continuing, and she put her phone to her ear again. "Yes, Pia. No, I swear, she's pathetic. I know! She's so… ugh, I hate her…"
Remus sighed defeatedly and trudged over Tonks again, who was busy with her food. "Sorry, Dora." He said apologetically, now sitting beside her. "I really can't control Rachel. She's – well, very independent."
She was about to say something heated again, but she refrained. He was already exasperated enough. So, instead, she said, "Alright. It's okay; you don't have to say sorry." She squeezed his hand. Remus smiled.
"Aren't you going to eat the rest of your food?" He asked, gesturing towards her half-eaten chicken.
Tonks sighed and dropped her fork on her plate. "I'm not even hungry anymore."
Remus feigned disbelief. "What?" He said in mock surprise, "But I buttered that part extra well just for you! And that chicken took extraordinary magic; believe me, all to impress you. And you're saying you're not hungry anymore?"
"I'm really full, Remus." She said seriously, suppressing a yawn. "I want to sleep too."
"Dora, we really need to finish this tonight." He told her, taking her fork and eating a bit of chicken and mashed potato. "I don't want to have to rush this when October is near or anything. Ah." He said, feeding her with bits of chicken, and Tonks ate it.
She just nodded and finally yawned. "Okay," She said sleepily. Remus conjured a quill and a fresh piece of parchment and handed it to Tonks. "What do you want to plan for tonight?"
"Well, I was thinking that we should—"
"Wait!" Rachel said, dashing from her comfortable place in the couch to the table. "Are you guys planning the wedding?"
Tonks just eyed her, a weirded-out look on her face, and nodded.
Rachel sat down and bounced on her chair in glee. "Great! I've always wanted to join this wedding planning thing." Tonks glanced at Remus who just gave her a weak smile and nodded. "First things first. When and where is the wedding?"
"October 17," Remus told Rachel, "Where mum and dad got married. Remember that place?"
Rachel raised an eyebrow. "There?" She said incredulously, "Why there? It's in the country, Remus, for God's sake. What are we doing here, parting from civilization? No, right? It's your wedding, so decide on something more romantic. Something more grand!"
Seeing from his expression, Tonks thought that Remus was getting irritated by the second. "Rachel, do you remember what mum wanted us to do when we get married?" She said nothing. "Rachel?"
"Get married where she and dad got married, I know." Rachel replied exasperatedly, "But that's so cheesy. You only see that in movies!"
"I don't really watch movies, Rachel," Remus told her sternly, which earned him an eye roll from his sister, "And it doesn't matter if it's cheesy or not."
Tonks realized that the atmosphere between Remus and his sister was getting even colder, so she decided to interrupt and say, "Uhm, that's already settled so… let's just decide on the other things. What about the theme and the motif? Has anybody have ideas?"
Rachel's frown faded and as she turned to Tonks, a smile reappeared in her features. "Well, I suppose you can have the traditional romantic fairy-tale wedding type." She said, an expression of excitement coming over her features, "You know, with the afternoon fall wedding as the sun sets, the early evening dinner and the late-night dancing." She sighed dreamily. "This makes me wish I had a boyfriend!"
"You don't have a boyfriend?" Tonks asked in surprise. She could see that Remus was astonished as well.
She smirked. "No. All men are the same." She said as a matter-of-factly. "They'll all just use you and when they're tired they'll leave you all alone."
"You sound like you're a man hater."
Rachel chuckled. "If you call it that." Then, she sighed again and said, "Well, I think if it's fall, the motif would be the usual orange. Or if you like, purple. Some yellows wouldn't be bad, too."
Tonks just nodded. She certainly didn't know what this stuff was, but she just wrote it down with a quill. "Anything else?"
"Well, obviously you've got to have the reception." Rachel added, looking up in the air as if trying to remember something. "If you're planning on the formal type of wedding then you should go for…garden stuff. Or a country club, if the budget allows it."
Remus and Tonks looked at each other alarmingly. They were thinking of the same thing.
"Um, guys?" Rachel said uncertainly, sensing their alarm. "Is there anything you would like to share…?"
"Remus, you do have an idea on the budget we're working on in here, right?" Tonks asked him with a nervous smirk on her face.
He gave her an incredulous look. "What? No, of course not!" He replied defensively, "I let you know everything about this wedding."
Tonks' expression turned to suspicion. "I presume you've saved."
"A fair amount of galleons, yes."
"That will fit the wedding?" Tonks asked, getting even more uneasy. "And the children?"
Remus shrugged. "I guess." He thought for awhile, and then asked, "Nymphadora, exactly how many kids are you planning on?"
She raised an eyebrow. "I don't know, two? A boy and a girl?" Remus sighed and nodded. "Remus, you didn't ask me yet. You know I've saved a lot. And I'm still saving."
"I don't want us to use your money, Dora." He explained, running a hand through his brown hair. "It's your savings; you should do whatever you want with it."
Tonks reached out for his hand and squeezed it. "And if I want to use it on starting my own family?" She asked with a small smile. "Remus, I know what you're thinking. And yes, I still want to marry you. How many times do I have to repeat that?"
"I'm sorry, Dora," He said, shaking his head. "I was just—"
"It's alright," She replied quietly, "Besides, when things get desperate, mum and dad's going to be there to help us out. Okay?"
Remus nodded. "Okay." He was about to reach out and hug her when Rachel cleared her throat.
"Ehem," Rachel said, and the both of them turned to her. "Is the drama show over? Has the lead man and his leading lady finally agree on having two kids and turning to her parents when they need help? Then let's move on. I'm really not one to watch drama shows, you know."
Remus just nodded hesitantly. "Alright. I guess all left for us to do as of the moment is that we prepare the guest list and book the food and the places. Other than that, there's—"
"What about her wedding gown?" Rachel squealed excitedly. Then turning to Tonks, she told her, "Dearie, I'm a fashion consultant, and I am certain that I can find the perfect bridal gown for you. Don't worry, I'm expert on that. We'll make sure that when he sees you walk down the aisle, Remus would want to skip the ceremonies and sweep you off to the bedroom."
Tonks blushed. Not again, she thought, groaning inwardly.
Rachel took her phone from her pocket and punched a few buttons, before saying, "Remus, you know, I'm still not over the not having your wedding in that countryside chapel."
"Rache, I'm decided."
She looked at Remus. "Oh? And why, may I ask?"
"How many times do I have to remind you, Rachel Elisa Lupin?" He asked exasperatedly, "It's because that was what mum and dad asked us to do. Get married where they got married! Isn't that so simple to not understand?"
"I don't care what mum and dad said!" Rachel screamed. Then it was quiet. Tonks glanced at Remus nervously, who was now giving his sister a dangerous look. Rachel then realized that what she said wasn't right. "I – I mean, it just seemed a pretty bad idea, that's–"
Remus stood and turned to the door leading outside. "Let's talk about this tomorrow," He said irritatedly, "Goodnight."
Tonks looked behind her worriedly. Remus was a sweet and calm person, but anger certainly brings out the wolf in him. She watched the door that was now closed before she turned to Rachel who was checking on her nails.
Rachel realized that Tonks was watching her so she smirked. "Don't you just love it?" She said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "'Let's talk about this tomorrow', what the heck?"
"Well," Tonks replied slowly, "Your parents' wishes does matter to him, so—"
"I know, I'm his sister." She said in a 'duh' kind of tone. "But Remus is so temperamental, don't you think?" She asked girlishly.
Tonks just sighed. She badly wanted to say 'he isn't!', but instead, she said quietly, "Goodnight. See you." and stood and went out of the door after Remus.
As the door closed behind her future sister-in-law, Rachel rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, scoffing in annoyance to herself.
What the hell did my brother see in her?
Author's Note: Okay, so basically that's it for chapter six! Thank you for reading! Anyways, please dish on what you think about it and review! Well, of course, being a chocoholic, I'd give chocolates, so to all reviewers, one HUGE bar of their favorite chocolate, muggle or wizarding world sweet treats! (-) Bye!