Very Silly Sort of Ficlet Thing
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Well, this is the latest from JK Rowling’s site, and it’s wonderful news for R/S shippers! In fact, here’s a ficlet all about it....
Only posted on my journal.
Death of A Dream
‘I might learn to love you,’ Remus whispered, brushing back a strand of her pink hair. ‘But we really need to know each other better.’
‘Fine. Let's tell each other all our little secrets! You start,’ Tonks simpered, tracing a line on his upper lip where she thought a moustache ought to be. He slapped her hand away, not quite playfully. At her hurt intake of breath, he said, ‘Okay, that was my first secret. I’m a sadist, with passive-aggressive tendencies. Now you.’
Tonks thought for a minute. ‘I love kitties!’ she squealed, sounding like a kitty herself. ‘Ginger ones with white spots.’
Remus rolled his eyes. ‘Yeah, great. I’m more a dog man myself. Your turn.’
‘That didn’t count as a secret!’ Tonks protested.
‘You don't know the half of it. Come on, surprise me.’
‘I was in Hufflepuff,’ Tonks said proudly, turning her hair black with a yellow stripe so she looked rather like a demented bee.
‘No!’ Remus’s face was stricken: in one moment, he seemed to have aged many eons. ‘You’re lying.’
‘Honest.’
‘But...but a werewolf must never marry a Hufflepuff!’ He pulled his robes round him and leapt up, folding his arms over his chest as if he were afraid she might attack. He looked so haggard that Tonks was worried he might be about to transform then and there, even though there was a new moon that night.
‘What on earth do you mean?’
Remus was halfway out of the door, but stopped in his tracks. Turning wild eyes on her he stammered, ‘It’s the ancient prophecy. Way back, when Hogwarts was founded, Nostradamus wrote: When wolf and Hufflepuff are wed, strife will blight the marriage bed.’
Tonks relaxed. She even giggled a bit and her hair turned pink again. ‘That’s just a silly rhyme, Remus! It doesn’t mean anything. And it sounds like a feeble imitation of Blake.’
‘That’s only half the quatrain,’ Remus said. ‘The other half isn’t like Blake at all, though you could call it feeble. When wolf is wed to Hufflepuff, they’ll know a lot of pain and stuff.’
‘But Remus,’ Tonks said, confused, ‘obviously, they’ll know pain. Well, the wolf will, anyway. You always do. You told me all about it.’
Remus hesitated, just for a second, then cried out, in a voice hoarse with passion, ‘But the prophecy speaks of your pain too: do you not understand? I cannot let myself love you if I am destined to harm you! My conscience will never allow it. Farewell, Nymphadora!’
He went out, closing the door gently behind him. And the young woman, her hair now straight and brown, wept quietly as night fell and shadows clustered around her...
~fin~
Well, this is the latest from JK Rowling’s site, and it’s wonderful news for R/S shippers! In fact, here’s a ficlet all about it....
Only posted on my journal.
Death of A Dream
‘I might learn to love you,’ Remus whispered, brushing back a strand of her pink hair. ‘But we really need to know each other better.’
‘Fine. Let's tell each other all our little secrets! You start,’ Tonks simpered, tracing a line on his upper lip where she thought a moustache ought to be. He slapped her hand away, not quite playfully. At her hurt intake of breath, he said, ‘Okay, that was my first secret. I’m a sadist, with passive-aggressive tendencies. Now you.’
Tonks thought for a minute. ‘I love kitties!’ she squealed, sounding like a kitty herself. ‘Ginger ones with white spots.’
Remus rolled his eyes. ‘Yeah, great. I’m more a dog man myself. Your turn.’
‘That didn’t count as a secret!’ Tonks protested.
‘You don't know the half of it. Come on, surprise me.’
‘I was in Hufflepuff,’ Tonks said proudly, turning her hair black with a yellow stripe so she looked rather like a demented bee.
‘No!’ Remus’s face was stricken: in one moment, he seemed to have aged many eons. ‘You’re lying.’
‘Honest.’
‘But...but a werewolf must never marry a Hufflepuff!’ He pulled his robes round him and leapt up, folding his arms over his chest as if he were afraid she might attack. He looked so haggard that Tonks was worried he might be about to transform then and there, even though there was a new moon that night.
‘What on earth do you mean?’
Remus was halfway out of the door, but stopped in his tracks. Turning wild eyes on her he stammered, ‘It’s the ancient prophecy. Way back, when Hogwarts was founded, Nostradamus wrote: When wolf and Hufflepuff are wed, strife will blight the marriage bed.’
Tonks relaxed. She even giggled a bit and her hair turned pink again. ‘That’s just a silly rhyme, Remus! It doesn’t mean anything. And it sounds like a feeble imitation of Blake.’
‘That’s only half the quatrain,’ Remus said. ‘The other half isn’t like Blake at all, though you could call it feeble. When wolf is wed to Hufflepuff, they’ll know a lot of pain and stuff.’
‘But Remus,’ Tonks said, confused, ‘obviously, they’ll know pain. Well, the wolf will, anyway. You always do. You told me all about it.’
Remus hesitated, just for a second, then cried out, in a voice hoarse with passion, ‘But the prophecy speaks of your pain too: do you not understand? I cannot let myself love you if I am destined to harm you! My conscience will never allow it. Farewell, Nymphadora!’
He went out, closing the door gently behind him. And the young woman, her hair now straight and brown, wept quietly as night fell and shadows clustered around her...
~fin~