"A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea."-Honore de Balzac
*Tonks's POV* *Earlier that same week*
"Come on, wake up, Tonks! We're going to be late for O.W.L. prep!"
"Lily," I groan. "Leave me be, it's Monday."
"I'm leaving without you then," she threatens. I roll over and hear the dorm door open then close. I groan again.
"Lydia," I call.
"Why is she in such a piss-y mood today?" I ask, sitting up and glancing at the clock; yeah, I was late. I scramble out of bed and rush to get my uniform together.
"I don't know," Lydia admits. "Maybe it's her time of the month or something."
"SHIT," I exclaim, falling over while trying to pull my socks on. I rub my head and stand up. "You can go without me, I'll just make you late."
"Are you sure?" Lydia asks.
"Yeah, totally," I say, pulling my hair up into a quick ponytail.
"Alright," she says, heading to the door. "See you later!"
"I'll be down soon!"
Honestly, I should just get used to being late, running down the corridor to get to breakfast in time to actually eat.
"There she is!" James exclaims as I rush in. "We're almost done."
"Sorry," I say, blushing. "I didn't want to wake up today."
"Oh believe me, me either," Sirius mutters, pushing his eggs around with his fork.
"You're not eating?" I ask.
"I'm not really hungry."
"Sirius, you're always hungry," I argue. He gives me a sarcastic look. "You need to go see Madam Pomfrey."
"I said no, Tonks," he says, wincing.
"When it gets infected-"
"It's not going to get infected!" he argues. He looks to James. "What do you think, James?"
"Well… if this were normal circumstances, I would say yeah, you need to go to the Hospital Wing. But, you're right, we can't let anyone know about it," he admits. I sigh.
"You haven't said much," I turn to Remus. He sits up from reading a book in his lap.
"I said you haven't said much," I say, shoveling eggs into my mouth.
"Oh," he says, chuckling. "Well, actually, I've been reading up on wounds inflicted by magical plants."
"And what have you found out?" James asks.
"Nothing really," he admits. "I haven't gotten to the Whomping Willow section yet, I got a little sidetracked."
"Uhh, the whole book," he admits, blushing. "I've never read anything on magical plants before, and they're actually really interesting."
"Of course they are," Sirius mutters. "Hurry up, please. I can't take this much longer."
"Alright, alright," Remus says, looking back down into his lap.
Soon, the bell rings, signaling the beginning of the day.
"Off to O.W.L. prep, yay!" James says sarcastically, standing up.
"Help me up, mate," Sirius calls. James turns back around and grabs his outstretched hand, pulling him up."
"Phew, thanks," Sirius says, gaining his footing. We then follow Peter out of the Hall and up the marble staircase, Sirius slightly lagging behind, limping.
"Just go back to the dorm, " James calls as we wait for him at the top of a stairwell.
"No, no, I'm fine," he assures us. James rolls his eyes.
We arrive to O.W.L. prep just on time. Professor McGonagall eyes us suspiciously as the bell rings. Remus and I take a seat in the last row, leaving James, Sirius, and Peter to scramble for open seats. James slides hastily into one across the aisle from Remus and I, and Peter jumps into another next to Marlene.
"Mr. Black," Professor McGonagall calls from the front of the room.
"Yes?" he groans. He stands stranded in middle of the aisle, a hand plastered on his injured side.
"What on earth is the problem?"
"Nothing," he says. "I just can't find a seat."
Professor McGonagall makes a face then points to a seat in the front row. Sirius shrugs his shoulders then continues up to take his seat, defeated.
James, Peter, Remus, and I are almost cracking our ribs laughing. Sirius turns around and gives us a dirty look. Professor McGonagall clears her throat and he turns right back around to face the front of the class.
O.W.L. prep makes all of our brains melt; remembering all these different spells, and dates of historical importance, and wand movements, and potion ingredients, and a billion other things I honestly don't care about. As we pack up our things to leave, even Remus looks mentally exhausted.
"Wait for me!" Sirius calls, hobbling up the aisle.
"How many times have I told you not to call me that, Mr. Black?" Professor McGonagall says, annoyed. "What is wrong with your side?"
"Nothing," Sirius lies, too quickly.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," he replies. "I'm fine, just… tired."
"Alright," Professor McGonagall says, although you can tell she really doesn't believe him. She lets it slide anyways. "You may go."
We all rush from the classroom and don't say a thing until we're a safe distance away.
"How did she know?" Sirius asks incredulously.
"Well, I dunno," James says sarcastically. "Maybe it was you hobbling around like a goblin."
"Was it that bad?"
"Yes!" James exclaims, chuckling.
"Oh, shite," Sirius mutters, putting a hand on his side again.
Soon, we get stuck behind a group of 7th years moving like sloths down the corridor. Sirius rolls his eyes, James starts making motions behind them, and I get frustrated. So, in my normal, sassy fashion, I start whistling behind them.
"Would you like me to slow down?!" the big, scary-looking 7th year boy exclaims, glancing over his shoulder to look at me.
"Yeah, I would!" I retort, and suddenly, I've run right into him; the idiot stopped right in the middle of the corridor. I back up and walk around them to join my friends again, casting a dirty look over my shoulder.
"You little bitch," James mutters, laughing.
"That was awesome," Sirius agrees.
"My little spitfire," Remus chuckles, grabbing my hand. I smile widely.
After laughing about my encounter, we travel out to the banks of the Black Lake under our favorite tree. It's a free period, and we all want to enjoy the last bit of summer before fall rolls in. James and Sirius discuss the upcoming Quidditch tryouts, Peter listens intently, and Remus and I sit behind them by ourselves, taking this opportunity to just relax. I couldn't be more content.
The present is wrapped, the card is signed, and they're both sitting waiting under my bed. I'm ready for Tonks's birthday tomorrow, and I plan to make it the best ever.
"Come on, Remus!" James begs. "Tell us what you got her!"
"No, guys! It's a surprise!" I insist, chuckling. It's late in the evening, but no one has any desire to go to bed; James sits, eating chocolate frogs on his four-poster, Peter lays stretched out on the floor, and Sirius is curled up on his bed, flippantly reading a Muggle sports magazine. He is still recovering from the wound in his side, but it's much, much better. He needs to recover fully soon, for the full moon is only a few days away.
"It's a surprise for her, not us!" Peter argues.
"You'll tell her," I say. "I know you guys, you can't keep a secret."
"Yes we can!" James exclaims. "Name one time we gave away a secret!"
"You guys told Tonks that I was a werewolf!"
"Oh… yeah…" James admits sadly, looking down into his lap.
"We can keep it this time," Peter insists.
"Why do you want to know so badly anyway?" I ask, flipping a page of the book about magical plant-inflicted wounds.
"Because we're neb-noses, that's why," Sirius says, rolling over to face us with a grunt. "Uh, that wasn't a good idea."
"Be more careful, Padfoot," James calls.
"What the hell did you just call me?"
"Why?" he asks incredulously.
"Think about it," James says, rolling his eyes. "Your animagus is a…?"
"And dogs have…?"
"Padded feet. Holy shite, that's brilliant, James!" he exclaims, slowly sitting up. "You need a nickname now, too."
"I was actually thinking about that earlier, but I couldn't come up with anything," James admits. "Stagman?"
"No, that's just idiotic," I say, laughing.
"Fine, what do you think then, Moony?" he asks, folding his arms in indignation. I think hard for a moment about a stag. Stags are big, graceful, majestic creatures with… huge antlers.
"Yeah, Prongs. Think about it!" I explain. "Stags have antlers, duh."
"Good one, Lupin!" James exclaims, beaming at my intelligence.
"What about me?" Peter pipes up.
"Ratface?" James suggests.
"No, that's stupid," Sirius says, rolling his eyes. He looks down into his lap for a moment. "Wormtail!"
"Oh, I get it!" I say, thinking about Peter's rat tail.
"We are so smart," James says, chuckling.
"Okay, so Moony-" Sirius points to me, "-Wormtail-" he points to Peter, "-Padfoot-" he points to himself, "-and Prongs," he points to James.
"Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs," I say with finality. "It has a nice ring to it."
"The elite four!" James exclaims.
"The what?" Sirius asks incredulously.
"The elite four, that's our group name!" James explains.
"No, we are not being called the 'elite four,'" I say, chuckling. "We need something cooler than that."
"Let me sleep on it," Sirius says. "I'll think of something."
"Speaking of sleep," James says. "I want to go to bed. Goodnight!"
"Goodnight Prongs!" Sirius calls.
"GOOD. NIGHT. PADFOOT."
Don't have much to say! Like it? Dislike it?!
Some people said Tonks was OOC in the last chapter or so. I need a little help understanding why! So if someone could clarify, that would be great!
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Reviews are for it being my birthday on Sunday! (: