Photo of an abandoned house.
“Well? What do you think?”
“Er…”
“… Don’t you like it?”
“I wouldn’t… That is to say…”
“I knew it. It’s just… Look at it!”
“I am.”
“Well?”
“It’s…”
“You hate it.”
“No! But…”
“I know it’s a fixer-upper, but it has so much potential!”
Remus stares at her for a long moment, then looks back at the house.
The place is overgrown with trees, bushes, and weeds.
Windows are broken.
Pavement has been ripped up.
The roof is obviously leaky.
It probably doesn’t even have plumbing.
Tonks adores it.
Remus can tell.
“I was thinking of something more along the lines of…”
“Remus, it’s so beautiful. Isn’t it beautiful?”
“Well… It’s picturesque, I suppose, in a way, but…”
“We can fix it up! It’ll be great fun! And the agent will let us have it for practically nothing!”
Remus looks at her, and Tonks knows she’s won.
He can never deny her anything.
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