Curry for true_marauder!
It was even more difficult for Tonks to be quiet in the front hall of Number 12, Grimmauld Place with her arms full of takeaway bags. The smell of curry was strong - it was a spicy curry, exactly the sort she always wanted when she was sick.
Somehow, she managed to get into the kitchen without waking up the portrait - small favours, she thought, setting the packages down on the table and moving into what had to have been a parlour at one time, looking for him. "Remus? It's Tonks. I have dinner."
Somehow, she managed to get into the kitchen without waking up the portrait - small favours, she thought, setting the packages down on the table and moving into what had to have been a parlour at one time, looking for him. "Remus? It's Tonks. I have dinner."