He is a grown man, and he should be paying better attention than this.

It is the funeral of one of the greatest men he had ever known (and probably would ever meet), but the sun pouring over the field has settled on his shoulders like a comforting warm blanket, and he can feel a pressing need for a nap building up behind his eyelids.

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“Be more careful, Tonks. Watch your step, Tonks. Look out for that bloody stoop, Tonks!” Nymphadora Tonks growled to herself as she hobbled along the damp cobblestone street that lead to her flat. The day was suitably cold and wet; it fit her mood nicely. Irritably, she smacked a stray aluminum can that lay in the gutter and grunted in ( Read more... )