what every girl dreams of...
Tonks yawned and kicked her feet up on the couch in the rec room. She'd started reading through a set of Jane Austen books she'd found in there one day, and was about halfway through Pride and Prejudice. She liked Mr. Darcy a lot, though she wasn't really sure why. Remus sure was a lot nicer.
She'd carefully avoided all books with Harry's name in the title. Figured she'd barely show up in them anyway.
"Another ball?" she sighed as she turned the page. They were always having balls. What she wouldn't do for a proper party with proper dancing an excuse to wear a pretty dress... not that she'd have one to wear, anyway.
She'd carefully avoided all books with Harry's name in the title. Figured she'd barely show up in them anyway.
"Another ball?" she sighed as she turned the page. They were always having balls. What she wouldn't do for a proper party with proper dancing an excuse to wear a pretty dress... not that she'd have one to wear, anyway.