Date: Sunday, 12 March 2000 Time: Morning - start of visiting hours Location: St. Mungo's, Tonks' room Character(s) Involved: Remus and 'Dora Complete or Incomplete: Complete Rating: G to PGish
Prior to Remus’ visit, ten minutes or so before, Tonks had been woken up to take her prescribed potions. She didn’t understand why they wanted her to take them so bloody early in the morning, but she didn’t fuss- she atleast was a morning person when she did finally wake up
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Remus moved around the end of the bed swiftly and quietly, pulling the nearby chair with him so that he could sit near the head of the bed where it would be easier for her to talk to him without forcing her to shift too much. Settling in, he reached out to gently brush a stray lock of soft brown hair away from her face where it had curled under the dressing wrapping around and beneath her head.
"What has happened? Are you ill?"
She looked so small and fragile laying there amid the sterile white sheets and pillows. Not at all like his vibrant, energetic 'Dora. He took her smaller hand tenderly in one of his, stroking the tangled hair just visible above the bandages with the other.
"You know," he teased softly, trying to smile down at her. "I know we haven't had much time to see each other of late. But, if you wanted to see me, you could have just asked. You didn't need to get yourself admitted."
Tonks gasped softly as Remus came into view, the doubt of a visitor- and Remus at that- was finally removed away. She watched him as she pulled her face away from her pillow, while he took a seat in a chair next to her bed. When his hand came out to touch her face, and it moved hair from out of her eyes, the realization was that much clearer, and she couldn’t help but to lift her head up and quickly lean on an elbow. Her eyes stared at him as if they could never break away, bewildered by his presence there, and they danced over his face as quick as they could. His touches were overwhelming her more, as confusion became the power force behind her thoughts.
“Remus?- I uh- no I’m not ill…wait… how… why?… How did you know I was here?” She finally got her jumbled thoughts to work into a complete sentence as she gripped his hand. Carefully she used Remus’ hand to her advantage and worked herself to sit up without the use of her elbow. Her free hand kept herself upright, and steady as her body leaned to look at him better.
Chuckling softly, Remus helped her to sit up as best he could with his own free hand. The tumble of words preceeding her somewhat bewildered inquiry was much more like the 'Dora he knew. Tucking a finger under her chin for a brief moment, his smile warmed into a true smile, though worry still tinged his gaze.
"News travels fast, don't you know?"
His expression grew more serious as he laid his other hand over hers where he still held it in his own. Leaning his elbows on the edge of the bed, he rested his chin atop their joined hands. Warm brown eyes regarded her with patient resolve as he waited for her to explain what she was doing in this bed.
"So, what happened? If you're not ill, are you injured? Give me something, here. I've been worried sick about you all night."
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Remus moved around the end of the bed swiftly and quietly, pulling the nearby chair with him so that he could sit near the head of the bed where it would be easier for her to talk to him without forcing her to shift too much. Settling in, he reached out to gently brush a stray lock of soft brown hair away from her face where it had curled under the dressing wrapping around and beneath her head.
"What has happened? Are you ill?"
She looked so small and fragile laying there amid the sterile white sheets and pillows. Not at all like his vibrant, energetic 'Dora. He took her smaller hand tenderly in one of his, stroking the tangled hair just visible above the bandages with the other.
"You know," he teased softly, trying to smile down at her. "I know we haven't had much time to see each other of late. But, if you wanted to see me, you could have just asked. You didn't need to get yourself admitted."
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“Remus?- I uh- no I’m not ill…wait… how… why?… How did you know I was here?”
She finally got her jumbled thoughts to work into a complete sentence as she gripped his hand. Carefully she used Remus’ hand to her advantage and worked herself to sit up without the use of her elbow. Her free hand kept herself upright, and steady as her body leaned to look at him better.
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"News travels fast, don't you know?"
His expression grew more serious as he laid his other hand over hers where he still held it in his own. Leaning his elbows on the edge of the bed, he rested his chin atop their joined hands. Warm brown eyes regarded her with patient resolve as he waited for her to explain what she was doing in this bed.
"So, what happened? If you're not ill, are you injured? Give me something, here. I've been worried sick about you all night."
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