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Is thanking you enough? Does it let you know how much you've helped?

May 05, 2006 22:55

Date: Friday, May 5th, 2000
Time: Evening
Place: Liverpool to London, Tonks’ residence to Grimmald
Characters Involved: Ron & Tonks
Rating: PG- Maybe 13
Complete

( Helping a friend with a quick departure. )

character: ron weasley, status: complete, character: nymphadora tonks, location: grimmauld place

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beyond_measure May 6 2006, 03:15:49 UTC

Ron appeared at the address Tonks had given him with a loud crack. He didn't know what the house looked like, and was momentarily afraid that'd apparated to the wrong place. It was really only once he spotted the four boxes and two bags with the woman sitting on the front steps that he knew he was where he needed to be. He was still unused to seeing Tonks with brown hair, and when he couldn't see her face and it was semi-dark it made it that much harder for him to identify her. He made his way up to the front steps of the house, smiling at the now-brunette.

"Ready, then, Tonks?"

nymphadorauror May 6 2006, 03:34:22 UTC

The clear night sky allowed the stars and moon to glow softly over the Tonks’ residence, giving the narrow two-story gray house a faint shadow, which decorated most of the front walk and the stairs to the front door- where Tonks sat. It was an odd night to be sitting outside, Tonks thought, for the atmosphere was silent, and there was no chill in the air that usually was present when she found herself outside in the past, at hours like this. The stillness of night time was making her want to just pick up her things, and drag them out to the street beyond the short stone fencing of the property ( ... )

beyond_measure May 6 2006, 03:41:26 UTC

Ron eyed the two boxes and the bag for a moment before biting his lip. "Well, I think I can manage it."

He rolled his eyes at laughed at Tonks, throwing the bag over his shoulder before tucking a box under each arm. It was a bit awkward, but certainly not too heavy. Didn't feel as though there was much other than clothing in the boxes, actually. This couldn't be all her stuff, and it seemed a bit strange that she'd just been sitting on the front steps alone with her things.

"Are you sure you don't need more?"

nymphadorauror May 6 2006, 03:56:41 UTC

Tonks watched Ron help her with the rest of her luggage, as it were, and then she immediately walked as fast as she could away from the house behind her, without looking back. She heard his voice and called over her shoulder to him.

“Nope… not at all….and not now.” She slightly shook her head, while her voice carried with it the pain of arguments and heavy denial, laced in a flat, loud voice. She would have just up and left for Grimmald without clothes and some personal items, if she didn’t plan to stay longer than the weekend. And that was the thing; she wasn’t sure where she would stay come Monday, and if she’d desire to see her Mum and Dad so soon after everything. Course they’ve argued in the past, but nothing was as hurtful as this fight- and Tonks usually was not as stubborn as she was at this moment- knowing that if she took the time to stop and just think about things, she might feel the sting of losing a friend all over again, and she wasn’t going to have it. She would mask this pain with the excitement of getting out of her ( ... )

beyond_measure May 6 2006, 04:06:36 UTC

Even Ron could tell there was something very wrong with Tonks. He turned at glanced back at the house they were hurrying away from. Ron was actually having a bit of difficulty keeping up with Tonks, and he was much taller than she was and rather long-legged for his height. He hadn't known she could move that quickly without full-out running ( ... )

nymphadorauror May 6 2006, 05:13:31 UTC

Tonks smirked lightly, and witnessed Ron’s apparation, before she allowed herself to follow ( ... )

beyond_measure May 6 2006, 05:45:21 UTC

Ron flinched as Tonks's bag and box hit the floor, more from the knowledge of what was coming than from the noise of the things hitting the floor. He quickly set down the boxes he'd been carrying and went to the portrait, struggling to shut the curtains again. And how had they been open in the first place?

After a few minutes that he was certain his ears would never fully recover from Ron managed to get the curtains to meet, Mrs. Black quieting down almost immediately. He turned back towards Tonks and set the bag he'd been carrying down with the rest of her things.

He gave her a grin and rolled his eyes before whispering, "On that note, feel like having that drink, now?"

He felt even worse about leaving her here, now. On top of the gloom and the memories and all that was clearly bothering her she'd probably end up waking up that damn portrait at least once a day. No one should have to deal with that. He'd ask her at the pub if she wouldn't rather stay with them until she had a chance to at least move in properly at Grimmauld Place.

nymphadorauror May 6 2006, 06:18:23 UTC

Tonks had stopped collecting things to clasp her hands to her ears in shock, for she had forgotten, somehow, about the painting on the wall. About Mrs. Black’s deathly wails and shrieks. Who could blame her? Tonks’ frame of mind was not on the dark and creepy things that resided in this house. No- it was on the dark and creepy thing she knew was outside, somewhere, with half of Miss Cain’s throat in its stomach. She crouched down, curling up into a ball like squat near her mess on the floor, as she waited to see if Ron would be able to silence the screams. Thank Merlin he did, she couldn’t stand to listen to much more ( ... )

beyond_measure May 6 2006, 06:24:03 UTC

Ron was able to maintain his smile, luckily, and he thought it managed to keep him from looking too worried.

Did he misread her reaction to the portrait? He'd always wanted to get out of the house after that particular reminder of its nature, but maybe Tonks thought that he was just trying to rush things so he could leave. He wasn't.

"We don't have to go, Tonks. I just thought that after the portrait..."

And then she was hugging him tightly with no warning. He chuckled and gave her a brief hug back.

"You sure? I mean, we could have... tea or something here, I'm not bothered."

nymphadorauror May 6 2006, 07:40:29 UTC

“You’ve just moved out- course you’d not wish to stay here and have tea. Don’t be silly. That wasn’t the arrangement.” Tonks replied quickly, even though her body movements were slow and sluggish as she moved away from Ron and her small pile of belongs on the floor, wandering to the door. The screaming Mrs. Black, or the gloom of the interior of the house weren’t even attempting to bother Tonks. Yes, the portrait had scared her a moment, but now that the house was silent again, she wasn’t thinking about the atmosphere at all, and rather was wishing she could. She'd rather think about anything instead of dwelling on werewolves loose outside, and nearly decapitated friends laying on the ground to rot away. She paused a second, grit her teeth, and then took a few more steps ( ... )

beyond_measure May 9 2006, 20:47:01 UTC

And women wondered why they were so incomprehensible to men.

It was easy enough to forget about the portrait if you hadn't been there for awhile, he supposed, especially if your mind was on other things as Tonks's was, but Ron wasn't entirely sure, by this point, that going to the Leaky was really the best course of action for her. Still, it might provide the distraction she seemed to want...

"I didn't come here for a free drink, Tonks. I don't mind staying here if you'd rather."

He really didn't think being in Grimmauld Place alone was a good idea for her, now.

nymphadorauror May 10 2006, 05:12:48 UTC

Her eyes met up with Ron’s with a curious yet cautious glance ( ... )

beyond_measure May 11 2006, 04:14:13 UTC

Ron gave Tonks a small smile.

"First, do you need them anywhere other than the entry hall?"

He needed time to think. He was really no good with this sort of thing. He didn't know Tonks well enough to know what she needed to hear or do now or if she should be alone or if she really, really shouldn't be alone or... Not that he always knew with people he did know really well, but at least he had some idea then.

In theory.

"Anything need to go upstairs?"

nymphadorauror May 11 2006, 05:53:08 UTC

“Uh…” Tonks suddenly had no words.

She had heard the simple questions about her belongings calling to her mind to produce an answer, but there was none. She didn’t know where she’d be sleeping, eventually, and had no idea where she’d put her small collection of things.

“I…well, don’t know. Well, no…. I suppose they’ll be going upstairs- yes.” Her words ran off, faded, just as she took reproachful steps toward Ron and her boxes. Her face showed her obvious hesitation and confusion.

“I hadn’t really thought about where.” She glanced up at Ron. “I didn’t really plan this out as well as I’d have liked.” Which was true. Tonks had just planned on getting out of her parents house, and into another place, where she wouldn’t have to deal with much of anything. In particular, her mother.

beyond_measure May 13 2006, 01:42:20 UTC

Ron chose not to comment on her verbal stumblings. This was clearly affecting her more deeply than she'd let on in the journals. Not that he hadn't already realized that, but it was being made clearer and clearer the more time he spent with her. Hadn't Harry asked her about moving into Grimmauld Place awhile ago? And she still hadn't planned things out? Tonks wasn't the most organised of people, he supposed, but he knew she could pull it together when she needed to; she was an Auror, after all.

"Right. Upstairs then. Just in the hallway with the bedrooms? I've no idea which is the nicest, we sort of chose without worrying about things like that."

nymphadorauror May 14 2006, 15:04:33 UTC

She bent down and gathered up her things, leaving Ron the same amount she had let him carry before, and then headed up the stairs.

Tonks had wanted to come to Grimmald and take a look upstairs before she went about the task of moving in, but all the things she had done with her time before this night had kept her busy. The Inquiry, the Investigation, the secret meetings with friends of all sorts of underlining incentives, the list could go on and on. Add in the fact that she hadn’t really told her parents she’d be leaving sometime soon for a temporary residence, until she either found her own place or had to move out, also played a big reason. But when her mum and dad had harped on her about the werewolf attack, she felt no reason not to tell them at that moment, and change the subject entirely. She could handle the cries and screams of misunderstood moving, over any lecture borne from paranoia. Even if Tonks was an Auror, and had been one for a long time now, her parents would still fret and worry for her well-being, and earlier ( ... )

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