Nymphadora Tonks

-- Remus perhaps less so, but what he doesn't know certainly won't kill him. She's just bored. B O R E D.

-- begrudgingly committed, at least for the week to a life of paperwork and highly inappropriate doodles. She's sure Sirius would approve --

Take the desk job, they said. It's safer, they said. The bruises from smacking her knee on said desk would argue otherwise, but Dora is --

-- but only once @nnoony had retrieved it mid-escape and Tonks had stopped blushing herself to death. "Where do you fancy going, Remus?"

-- that had ended up having a cold bath, because she'd forgotten to turn the stove on. Sure, she and @nnoony had laughed about it later --

"Honestly @nnoony; dining out is a far better plan. I wouldn't trust my cooking, either." Blue string soup springs to mind and a lobster --

"I never forget a friendly face, @BeatrixFlint!" Well, not usually. Dora concludes as she accepts the offered hand with a grin.

-- his own nutella cookies, but it's the thought that counts. And she hopes @nnoony enjoys her slightly charred offering all the same.

Would very much like to remind @nnoony that the scent of burnt chocolate currently filling the kitchen is precisely why he should make --

-- Have a soft spot for your scruffy scholarly chic, but you do also scrub up well @nnoony! Very dashing."

-- The last time she'd attempted to give @nnoony a trim. Or Sirius for that matter. It hadn't ended well. "I mean, you know I always --

A certain auror may or may not currently be aggressively squinting at @nnoony. "Remus...did you do something different with your hair?"

-- candidness of the question paving the way to a nose crinkle that says it all. It may have crossed her mind once or twice, but @nnoony —

-- hair. "It might help if they were, @nnoony. Between him and Charlie, we'd have a babysitting team set for life."

-- have risked life or rump due to undue care." Her finger jabs into @nnoony's chest, a touch of embarrassed scarlet creeping into vibrant —

-- entirely born of love and not at all indignation. "I will have you know @nnoony, that I am a champion of wand safety and very rarely —

-- ability to tug her into his lap, without batting an eyelid. She isn't complaining though. No.The affectionate swat to @nnoony's arm is —

-- Although admittedly it wouldn't have hurt to have a little more astuteness for predicting the unpredictable, as evidenced by @nnoony's —

-- not to, but even @nnoony has to admit that sometimes Alastor is exasperating. (Or maybe he wouldn't - he is the polite one after all.) —

Werewolf flirtation 102: Actual chocolate sundaes with rainbow sprinkles are far more effective than metaphors, @nnoony!