What a fun read! It cracked me up, but it rings true, too, for one of those moods where you know you're being ridiculous but knowing that only makes you more irritated!
she is the dark cloud, rumbling with thunder, sparking with lightning, heavy with rain, encroaching into the startling blue of their picnic sky -- Oh, I can just see Tonks sitting there sulking, thinking in dramatic metaphors...
I like the way you leave it ambiguous as to just what has Tonks in such a foul mood -- makes the story that much more intriguing. And of course, it's very telling that Remus is the one thing she can't bring herself to hate (well, Remus and kittens, hee).
This is a lot of fun - I loved the way you captured Tonks' unseasonal thoughts with hyperbole, her cascading malevolence that falls on all equally. The line with her telling Siirus to hang himself with his mistletoe really made me laugh, as did Sirius confidently saying that he could get Remus in his bed if he wanted - now there's a fic that's begging to be written ;).
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she is the dark cloud, rumbling with thunder, sparking with lightning, heavy with rain, encroaching into the startling blue of their picnic sky -- Oh, I can just see Tonks sitting there sulking, thinking in dramatic metaphors...
I like the way you leave it ambiguous as to just what has Tonks in such a foul mood -- makes the story that much more intriguing. And of course, it's very telling that Remus is the one thing she can't bring herself to hate (well, Remus and kittens, hee).
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Very amusing stuff :D.
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