Put on your party hat!...
Happy birthday to katyscarlett76, who is so nice about my Katy mix-ups! Also she posted a slew of nice birthday fics for other people yesterday, all of which I loved. Hence I offer her today this (sadly rushed!) OotP-R/T not-quite-ficlet along with my wishes for a happy, truant, chocolately day. ♥
Tonks was squinting alternatively at the mirror and at her photo of the Unspeakable who she was going to impersonate in less than an hour, while, behind a makeshift curtain, Remus was exchanging his usual worn robes for a nicked Obliviator's uniform and (she just knew) frowning as he went over their plan in his head for the millionth time. He was undoubtedly trying to see if they had missed anything liable to expose them and have them sharing a cell in Azkaban for the next couple of years. Almost romantic, but the Dementors would be a mood-killer.
Seemed as good a time as any to say, "So you know it's my birthday, yeah?"
After all, she didn't want to say it after he had appearance-charmed. She had no intention of going tongue-to-tongue in any sense with Caius Dallop.
"Is that right," Remus murmured, managing to sound just the tiniest bit dismissive, and Tonks, safely hidden by the curtain, grinned at her altered reflection in the mirror, twisting thin-lipped Rohesia Wemmick's face into an expression of delight it had presumably never worn before.
Tonks knew perfectly well that Remus already knew it was her birthday, that in fact he had some surprise midnight thing planned for her after this little infiltration. Sirius had already let it slip, if by letting it slip it was understood to mean that he had spilled it soberly and shamelessly. Tonks fancied she could have figured it out for herself, though. When Remus wasn't acting the perfect gentleman he was usually scheming even more lovely boyfriend things. She knew this. In just a few months, it had become fundamental to her world. Something she could rely on.
His spot of maraudering also indicated a certainty that they were going to get through this mission unmolested and unarrested, which in its silent way was a lot more encouraging than anything Mad-Eye had said to her in the past four days.
Hell if she was going to make this easy on him, though.
" 'Happy birthday, Tonks'? Aw, cheers love. You're too sweet. I'm very excited, thanks for asking."
"Oh, are you?"
She burst through the curtain in her bra, snorting as Remus tensed, even though he was only tying up the top of his Obliviator's robes, and throwing her arms around him, heedless of his oomph as her elbow maybe dug a little or even a lot into his ribs.
"Sure," she said, burrowing her nose in the crook of his neck. "Each of my birthdays leaves you looking even more foolish than last year when you say too old."
He gave a wordless little huff that ruffled Rohesia Wemmick's hair, and then leaned in, placing a simple kiss on her forehead that had in it all the tenderness that he normally could only articulate in sheer waffling.
And then they didn't break apart for a little bit, and, Tonks had to admit, if this was her idea of making it hard on him, then she should probably ask some of the real bastards she worked and fought with for a few lessons.
Tonks was squinting alternatively at the mirror and at her photo of the Unspeakable who she was going to impersonate in less than an hour, while, behind a makeshift curtain, Remus was exchanging his usual worn robes for a nicked Obliviator's uniform and (she just knew) frowning as he went over their plan in his head for the millionth time. He was undoubtedly trying to see if they had missed anything liable to expose them and have them sharing a cell in Azkaban for the next couple of years. Almost romantic, but the Dementors would be a mood-killer.
Seemed as good a time as any to say, "So you know it's my birthday, yeah?"
After all, she didn't want to say it after he had appearance-charmed. She had no intention of going tongue-to-tongue in any sense with Caius Dallop.
"Is that right," Remus murmured, managing to sound just the tiniest bit dismissive, and Tonks, safely hidden by the curtain, grinned at her altered reflection in the mirror, twisting thin-lipped Rohesia Wemmick's face into an expression of delight it had presumably never worn before.
Tonks knew perfectly well that Remus already knew it was her birthday, that in fact he had some surprise midnight thing planned for her after this little infiltration. Sirius had already let it slip, if by letting it slip it was understood to mean that he had spilled it soberly and shamelessly. Tonks fancied she could have figured it out for herself, though. When Remus wasn't acting the perfect gentleman he was usually scheming even more lovely boyfriend things. She knew this. In just a few months, it had become fundamental to her world. Something she could rely on.
His spot of maraudering also indicated a certainty that they were going to get through this mission unmolested and unarrested, which in its silent way was a lot more encouraging than anything Mad-Eye had said to her in the past four days.
Hell if she was going to make this easy on him, though.
" 'Happy birthday, Tonks'? Aw, cheers love. You're too sweet. I'm very excited, thanks for asking."
"Oh, are you?"
She burst through the curtain in her bra, snorting as Remus tensed, even though he was only tying up the top of his Obliviator's robes, and throwing her arms around him, heedless of his oomph as her elbow maybe dug a little or even a lot into his ribs.
"Sure," she said, burrowing her nose in the crook of his neck. "Each of my birthdays leaves you looking even more foolish than last year when you say too old."
He gave a wordless little huff that ruffled Rohesia Wemmick's hair, and then leaned in, placing a simple kiss on her forehead that had in it all the tenderness that he normally could only articulate in sheer waffling.
And then they didn't break apart for a little bit, and, Tonks had to admit, if this was her idea of making it hard on him, then she should probably ask some of the real bastards she worked and fought with for a few lessons.