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Title: Snippets
Rating: T
Summary: Werewolf Professor Remus Lupin and Metamorphmagus Auror Nymphadora Tonks when mixed together, create an excellent recipe for perfect romance. Series of snippets from their life. RLNT.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling.
WARDROBE
Her wardrobe is a hotchpotch, jumble of colors.
If one will see from far away, it will look like a glass filled with multi-colored sand. There are all colors: green, red, fuchsia, pink, orange, yellow, black, white, teal, lavender, purple, royal blue, brown.
There are assortment of clothes: Formal Shirt, Weird Sisters t-shirt, jeans both new and ripped, trousers, skirts of all types, dresses which he thinks would show more skin than they will cover, all sort of sexy underwear which he often wonders if they even hide anything, both muggle and wizard clothing.
Whereas his clothes- mostly grey and brown- sit quietly in corner, as if looking in awe (i.e., if clothes could see) what they were doing in the sea of rainbow. His clothes look oddly out of place yet fitting with hers, at the same time.
Despite of wide array of clothes, whenever they have to visit any party or dinner, she rummages through her wardrobe for hours, complaining 'I don't have anything to wear'. and yet ends up wearing her default settings - Weird sisters t-shirt and patched jeans. He couldn't quite grasp the concept of having thousands of different clothes yet wearing the same ones again and again.
She takes about two hours to get ready, in which for one hour forty five minutes she decides or tries to decide what to wear. The actual 'dressing' or 'getting ready' is done only in ten-fifteen minutes. He often sits at the edge of their bed and just watches her; wearing nothing but bra and knickers, admiring the view and his fortune as she delves through all the stuff, throwing clothes here and there, all the while pouting and making faces at the rejected clothes.
He wonders if this is a typical woman-trait or a Tonks-trait. But then again, he often feels thankful for her ignorance, of her casual wear because he is sure the day she thinks of getting all dolled up, every man in London will drool on their shoes for her, and that is the last thing he wants.
But to him, she is beautiful in any state, with or without clothes. Yet he manages not to look smug faced, when she laces her fingers with his and leans her head on his shoulder or kisses him for the world to see.
They both are like her wardrobe. He lightens her brightness so that other people don't go blind, and she brightens up his world, so that he is not lost in the darkness.
They complete each other.
Rating: T
Summary: Werewolf Professor Remus Lupin and Metamorphmagus Auror Nymphadora Tonks when mixed together, create an excellent recipe for perfect romance. Series of snippets from their life. RLNT.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling.
WARDROBE
Her wardrobe is a hotchpotch, jumble of colors.
If one will see from far away, it will look like a glass filled with multi-colored sand. There are all colors: green, red, fuchsia, pink, orange, yellow, black, white, teal, lavender, purple, royal blue, brown.
There are assortment of clothes: Formal Shirt, Weird Sisters t-shirt, jeans both new and ripped, trousers, skirts of all types, dresses which he thinks would show more skin than they will cover, all sort of sexy underwear which he often wonders if they even hide anything, both muggle and wizard clothing.
Whereas his clothes- mostly grey and brown- sit quietly in corner, as if looking in awe (i.e., if clothes could see) what they were doing in the sea of rainbow. His clothes look oddly out of place yet fitting with hers, at the same time.
Despite of wide array of clothes, whenever they have to visit any party or dinner, she rummages through her wardrobe for hours, complaining 'I don't have anything to wear'. and yet ends up wearing her default settings - Weird sisters t-shirt and patched jeans. He couldn't quite grasp the concept of having thousands of different clothes yet wearing the same ones again and again.
She takes about two hours to get ready, in which for one hour forty five minutes she decides or tries to decide what to wear. The actual 'dressing' or 'getting ready' is done only in ten-fifteen minutes. He often sits at the edge of their bed and just watches her; wearing nothing but bra and knickers, admiring the view and his fortune as she delves through all the stuff, throwing clothes here and there, all the while pouting and making faces at the rejected clothes.
He wonders if this is a typical woman-trait or a Tonks-trait. But then again, he often feels thankful for her ignorance, of her casual wear because he is sure the day she thinks of getting all dolled up, every man in London will drool on their shoes for her, and that is the last thing he wants.
But to him, she is beautiful in any state, with or without clothes. Yet he manages not to look smug faced, when she laces her fingers with his and leans her head on his shoulder or kisses him for the world to see.
They both are like her wardrobe. He lightens her brightness so that other people don't go blind, and she brightens up his world, so that he is not lost in the darkness.
They complete each other.