It wasn't exactly a secret what was going on between Nymphadora and Remus. So when Severus decided he'd spent enough time exchanging small talk with Arthur and Molly Weasley, he decided to leave, and wasn't very surprised to see an upset looking Nymphadora on his way out. He decided to stick around a couple minutes longer, perhaps through a bit of banter back and forth as entertainment before he took his leave.
He sat down across from her, crossed his legs, and folded his hands on his lap.
"So, Nymphadora," he began, just loud enough for her to hear him. "What'd the dog do this time, hm?"
Tonks pushed herself up, glaring across the table at Snape. Didn't he have something better to do than to harass her? Of course not...he had absolutely no life.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Severus. Shouldn't you be off enlightening young mind's or something?"
Severus looked impressed. That was the most polite she had ever been to him.
"It's Saturday. And I generally don't schedule any detentions when I know there's an Order meeting. I don't like having to rush back. Mingling can be entertaining at times, don't you think?"
She might be ass at just about everything, but she had dignity. She was not going to sit there and let someone else see her feeling sorry for herself. That was not the kind of girl that she was.
"I don't think I've ever seen you...'mingle'? Really? A five-year old could come up with something better than that."
Severus shrugged. He didn't mind too horribly. It was a challenging potion and he really did hate it sometimes in addition to all of his other duties, but who else was going to do it? Any apothecary that dared to sell wolfsbane didn't do a proper job of it, and there wasn't anyone who knew about Remus' being a werewolf who was skilled enough in Potions to brew it besides him.
"No," he admitted. "He used to be able to hold a conversation without a mental breakdown. Now the intelligence is there but he doesn't care to use it. It's a pity." Severus wasn't being sarcastic, he truly hated seeing a good brain go to waste.
Tonks wished she could know the...carefree Remus that everyone talked about. He was so broken and sad, it broke her heart. "What happened? I mean...I understand the war, but...he's always been a wolf and it's been over twelve years, did it really kill his spirit that much?"
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He sat down across from her, crossed his legs, and folded his hands on his lap.
"So, Nymphadora," he began, just loud enough for her to hear him. "What'd the dog do this time, hm?"
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"I don't know what you're talking about, Severus. Shouldn't you be off enlightening young mind's or something?"
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"It's Saturday. And I generally don't schedule any detentions when I know there's an Order meeting. I don't like having to rush back. Mingling can be entertaining at times, don't you think?"
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"I don't think I've ever seen you...'mingle'? Really? A five-year old could come up with something better than that."
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"No," he admitted. "He used to be able to hold a conversation without a mental breakdown. Now the intelligence is there but he doesn't care to use it. It's a pity." Severus wasn't being sarcastic, he truly hated seeing a good brain go to waste.
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"He lost someone. More than just Lily and Po- Lily and James, I mean. He never got over it."
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Damn it, she was curious.
"Who?"
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