Loss of Control.

[r_moony]

ooc: This is set after finding out Bellatrix took Harry, but way before the organizing of the searching party and this. He needed to vent before he could continue facing whatever he needs to face, and this is it.

--------------------Control was something that Remus had grown to appreciate more than a normal person would. Control of his temper,

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[pinkhairedauror]

Ever since she'd got the word about Bellatrix having taken Harry, there'd been a sort of a numbness inside her. She wanted to be doing something, looking for her, fighting with her...
And she couldn't.
Besides the obvious fact that she didn't know where to find the boy (stop that. Harry Potter's older than you now!), and each hour might make a difference between his sanity or loss of it... There was a part of her that just refused to act.

She killed me.

Was that what fear felt like?

She killed Sirius too. She had Hermione for hours, and tortured her. Now, and back in the war. She tortured the Longbottoms, back in the first war. And killed and caused pain to so many, many others.

No. It was rage so cold it left her numb. Until action came, she suspected. She usually managed to get a full-out when action came.
She'd thought she was furious with Fenrir. But then she had been able to... plan. To expect. To prepare. Now something in her just... waited.
She feared that when its time came, she'd not know how to deal with it.

I'll

[r_moony]

The fact that she was in the room hadn't registered until he saw her kneel next to him, and even then he just blinked at first as thoughts and everything else kept shifting back to 'normal.'

"No," he mumbled under his breath, lips twitching very slightly as he forced a smile to convince her that he was all right. It was a poor attempt, and she would see through him, but he couldn't help but try. "I'm just..."

Merlin, what was the word?

"...tired." His gaze turned back towards the vase, and passed a hand along his face. "I'll fix it later."

[pinkhairedauror]

Tired? Yes, he looked it.

Tonks followed his gaze across the room, then looked back to him before her... he must have thrown it. Added to his wan... smile... And angry, and upset. She had actually never seen him... lash out at things before.

She sighed and pulled him tight to him, unable to keep away from holding him and trying to offer.. comfort.

"Bother the vase. Don't give it a thought." She paused, but had to ask. "Has something else happened? Not that the news of the day is... cheering."

[r_moony]

For a brief second he thought about pulling away, try to say that he wanted to be alone, but that wasn't true. The thoughts that were still running through his head were not easy to deal with, and he didn't want to deal with them by himself at the moment.

"Not that I know of, no." Pauses for a second, still staring at the pieces of the vase.

"...of all people, it had to be her, didn't it." He let out a sound that almost sounded like a chuckle, but not quite. "It had to be Bellatrix."

[remus_jay_lupin]

OOC: Yeah, I hate sounding like a broken record, but you're friggin' awesome. It had to be repeated.

[r_moony]

ooc: And you are friggin' sweet. *g* Thank you SO much. <333