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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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nymphadorauror May 18 2006, 05:38:30 UTC

She stood up to glance down each side of the hall, checking out the doors with casual glances as Ron finished piling her stuff together.

“Ah, okay. Thanks.” She said softly to his answer. Then her attention went back to Ron, with a tilt of her head. “Are the rooms all cleared out of important stuff, then?” She walked around the pile of stuff, making a casual stride to the stairs. Her eyes moved from the doors to the floor as she stepped.

“You’ll visit, won’t you? Well no… actually, I’ll probably visit you- out of preference.” She stammered, with another faint chuckle tinting her voice. Who was she kidding? It’d be a fluke to welcome visitors in a place like Grimmald, and on top of it- in comparison to the ‘castle’ this house was a broom closet. No one could visit a friend in a broom closet with the dust bunnies. The realization made her sigh as she approached the foot of the stairs.

Dust bunnies or not, she welcomed the silence of the house probably more than any would. And evern perhaps if that was an odd pleasantry for her at a time like this, she really didn't see any delightful options. Well, none that were perceived as delightful.

beyond_measure May 18 2006, 05:47:20 UTC

Ron grinned down at her. "Ah, we can come visit, as well." Wouldn't want to live here alone without any company for long, myself...

"I think I rather fancy some tea. Not really in the mood to be around too many people right now."

It was true, actually. Somehow the idea of the Leaky was really unappealing, at the moment, and the idea of giving Tonks a way to try even more to pretend like nothing was wrong was even less appealing.

"Come on. I've been told I'm brilliant at taking biscuits out of the tin and putting them on a plate."

nymphadorauror May 18 2006, 06:00:00 UTC

It was the way Ron had replied, perhaps, or his voice, or his grin, as they took to the stairs. No matter the cause, it provoked Tonks into a sliver of herself, enough to tease Ron for the moment.

“You’ll not be able to visit if I lock all the doors on you.” She said as she flicked her eyes back to look at Ron, while a faint smile eased itself on her lips. The idea was a bit funny, enough so to lighten the heavy burden she felt she carried that day. The burden of blame, guilt, sorrow, among many other negativities. This ray of sun out of all of it was but a breath long, and then she fell back into a sullen expression.

“Well… if you are certain you’d rather not, Ron… that’s fine with me. But then how may I repay your help? You’ll have to fill me in with a substitute idea, then. You may tell me while you awe me with your biscuit talents.”

She waited for him as she passed down the stairwell, to lead them toward the kitchen, she assumed.

beyond_measure May 18 2006, 06:34:44 UTC

Human beings were, Ron decided, far too complicated. Was Tonks sad again because she didn't want to stay here? He'd thought that staying in for the night might be better for her, she seemed so stressed that a crowd might be a bad idea, but now he wasn't so sure.

"Well... If you'd rather go that's fine, too."

He was lost once again. Hermione was nothing compared to a distressed Tonks.

nymphadorauror May 18 2006, 23:37:03 UTC

She gave Ron a considerate glance, trying to figure out what she wanted to do, while trying to see if he hinted on what he wanted to do. She was confusing herself with the indecisiveness.

“Since……well, since we are already here…. I suppose we can stay here. If you don’t mind.” She released a deep breath after that bit of final placement. As if it was a big decision to make. It wasn’t, but things were just not right with Tonks, and mentally she was having trouble coping with the stress.

“Besides, tea sounds better than a butterbeer or a firewhiskey.”

beyond_measure May 19 2006, 07:05:51 UTC

"Tea sounds good." Ron grinned at Tonks, "Lead the way, then."

There really must be a reason his Mum always made people tea when they were upset, after all, and Tonks was definitely upset. Being in a somewhat homey kitchen, even here, would probably be more calming than any pub; besides, the Leaky on a Friday night would probably be even less relaxing than usual. Getting her a little less stressed sounded like the best plan at the moment, assuming it was at all possible.

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