Remus sat in the basement kitchen of Grimmauld Place on an off time. There wasn't a meeting scheduled for a couple of days, and Molly had all the kids busy cleaning somewhere. Remus hadn't met another soul in at least a half hour; truth be told, he wasn't even sure why here was there, save for the single, melancholy fact that he had nowhere else to be.

He hadn't expected to see anyone for a while, so he was surprised when a particularly gussied-up looking Tonks barged into the kitchen.

"You look fancy," he said casually, trying not to show his flushed face and racing heart.

"Bachelorette party for a friend – Muggle-born, wanted to keep the traditions," she mumbled, tugging at the strap of her tank top.

"Bit early for partying, isn't it?" asked Remus, glancing at the clock on the mantle.

"That's what I said!" she exclaimed. "But would anyone listen to me? Noooooo." Remus couldn't help but smile at her whining. She finally stopped fidgeting and truly looked at him for the first time since she'd entered the room. "Do I look okay?" she asked tentatively.

"You look…great," he finished lamely, wishing he could properly express his true sentiments. Apparently it was enough for her, though. She smiled radiantly, and he gave her a goofy grin in return. Her smile faded soon, though, and she sighed.

"I'd better be off, then. Well…I'll see you around, Remus," she said softly, glancing at the same clock. He bid her farewell, and stared wistfully off after her until Sirius came in with a knowing grin and told him to stop acting like a gooseberry.


Remus was sitting again, only this time he was in the front parlor reading. Everyone had since gone off to bed, but having been troubled with sleeplessness, he had wandered around the gargantuan house until he found a book he'd lain down on a coffee table a number of days before.

For the second time that day, he was noisily interrupted by someone barging in the door. It was the same someone as before, he was pleased to see, only she now looked much more disheveled. In her hand was a partially empty bottle of Firewhiskey, and she stumbled more than usual. It was a right miracle she'd gotten in the door without waking the whole neighborhood, let alone the mad old portrait of Mrs. Black.

"Tonks?" asked Remus incredulously.

"Remus!" she slurred, excited. She made her way clumsily over towards him and plopped down on the sofa next to him.

"Did you have a good time at the bachelorette party?" he asked wryly.

She sat, looking thoughtful for a moment, and then blurted out something at random.

"What's wrong with me, Remus?"

"What?" he asked sharply, completely caught off guard by her question.

"Why can't I find a man?" she demanded, staring at him beseechingly. This was the first of many times – though he didn't know it then – that he would notice how child-like she became when either very very tired or completely intoxicated.

"Maybe you just haven't found the right one yet," he said, his voice softer now. He was beginning to understand things in bits and pieces – her moodiness earlier, the complete intoxication and lack of control – it all stemmed from her friends impending nuptials.

"I haven't found one, period!" she said with a bitter laugh. "What's wrong with me? If Mindy Thompson with her tiny little eyes and her pig snout can find a decent man, then why not me? She works in a shop, and I'm an auror, for Merlin's sake!" she ranted. Remus waited her out.

"Come on, it's not that bad. I mean, you're in the prime of your life, and you've got an excellent career that you've chosen to focus on. There's nothing wrong with that! When the right guy comes along, you'll know," he said consolingly.

"I am 25 years old, I should have things figured out by now, right? I mean, my mum was married by the time she was my age!"

"Tonks, listen to me, you'll find the right person, and on no one's time but your own. He's probably right in front of you, just waiting for you to take notice…" he trailed off. She was looking at him intensely, their eyes level. They began to lean towards each other, and Tonks' lips parted slightly, when –

"Oh! Sorry, am I interrupting something?" Ginny Weasley's tentative voice came from the bottom of the stairs. The pair of adults jolted upright. Remus blushed crimson from being caught acting like a teenage, and by one, nonetheless.

"No! No, everything's fine, um, Tonks is just feeling a bit under the weather!" Remus said, much too loudly and in a horrible, jovial sounding voice. Tonks, looking not at all ashamed and rather sleepy, chose that moment to hiccup.

"Er…right. I was just getting a glass of water. Um…see you," the youngest Weasley said awkwardly, edging away with a slight smile on her face, shaking her head.

When Remus looked back at Tonks, she was snoring, her head on the arm of the couch, and the Firewhiskey bottle loose in her hand.

A/N: I don't know, I've been really busy? I wouldn't buy it either. But I've suddenly got several ideas. I make no promises, as I'm preparing to start college, and that's going to be very stressful and time consuming. But I'd like to pick this up again.