shopping for dummies [TONKS]

[Harry Potter]

date: 17 september 2005; saturday

[/b][/size]arry loved his family dearly. As he wasn't the sort to think blood ties made a family, however, his nearest and dearest friends were an extension of that family as well, and were equally as beloved. Remus Lupin, for instance, wasn't related by blood and wasn't even his godfather, but there wasn't a soul in the world who could convince Harry that the kind, wise and playful lycanthrope wasn't just as much his uncle as Petunia was his aunt - if not more. Nymphadora Tonks, too, may have technically only been Sirius's cousin, but as far as Harry was concerned the cheery metamorphmagus was his cousin as well.

And just like Remus was another uncle and Dora Tonks was his cousin, Hermione Granger was his sister. He spent more time with her than Ariana anyway, and certainly got along better with her.

Unfortunately, all the love in the world couldn't make Harry a proactive, organised person, and he had one terribly inconvenient, inconsiderate weakness. It was a weakness that had plagued men from the dawning of the calendar.

Birthdays.

He never remembered birthdays until it was almost too late to find a gift, and there had been many a time he'd owled his mother with a panicked "So-and-so's birthday is tomorrow, what do I do?" (Alternatively, there were certain birthdays Lily Potter simply went ahead and reminded him of in advance.) Thus, he'd been relieved to find Hermione's birthday was the Monday after a Hogsmeade weekend this year, and now perused the streets, looking for whatever might catch her fancy. The default was, of course, books: he got her a book or a certificate to a book store every birthday and Christmas just to make things easy. He also, however, liked to get her something more fun and potentially embarrassing, and this was what he was currently on the prowl for.[/ul]

[Nymphadora Tonks]

While being one of the youngest - if not the youngest - Aurors could be something of a pain the arse, it did have it's perks. Yeah, sure, she sometimes got lumped with the most annoying jobs, and paperwork was a right bloody drag designed to melt the brain into a pot of mindless goop rather than sharpen the senses, but when it came down to it, she had significantly less paperwork than the higher ups like Kingsley had (she had a feeling that had something to do with Mad-Eye looking out for her, not that she'd ever bring it up. Then again, maybe they'd just learnt quickly that attempting to lump paperwork on a witch who could morph into all kinds of things that scared and annoyed them was a rather bad idea). Not that that was all bad, either; Tonks wasn't lazy, but nevertheless, she thoroughly appreciated the days where she could get off early due to a significantly less amount of paperwork. It gave her the scant but blessed free time to go out and do things.

Truthfully, she'd thought about finding Remus. He generally was at the top - or near the top - of her list of people she might actively seek out, purely for the intelligent company, of course. No, she was being honest there; he genuinely dig rank up there with people she enjoyed being with, purely because he was indeed lively conversation when you got him onto something that interested him, and because, warm, squiggly, fluttery feelings or not, he had a way of not making her feel like a clumsy, rambly little girl. Even when she was being a clumsy, rambly girl.

But then, even though she did count him amongst one of her oldest, best friends, she didn't want to act too eager and actually give him a reason to think she was any more clumsy, rambly or silly than people thought she was. That, and she had the distinct feeling he might not be home. Oh, and it helped that she'd also spotted the letter on her coffee table when she'd gone home to change out of her work robes - tea-stained and finger-printed, the untidy, loopy scrawl that was one Harry Potter's writing. She hadn't answered the letter yet, much to her guilt, and had hastened to do so...well, for a moment anyway.

And then she'd had another better, brilliant idea.

And now, here she was. Sitting on a fence in Hogsmeade, enjoying a rare warm autumn day. The breeze was crisp but not unpleasant, and it ruffled gently the pleats of the skirt she'd thrown on, nipping with the sort of fresh bite only an autumn zephyr could manage against legs clad in black leggings and ankle bits. Her hair was long enough to reach the middle of her back today, tousled and black and thick, not unlike the hair of the boy she was waiting to surprise. A pair of wide-spectacled sunglasses - a Muggle accessory Tonks had taken to rather delightedly since her father had introduced her to them as a little girl - hid away eyes that were coloured a brilliant emerald green rather than their usual twinkling black, though they twinkled no less brightly nor mischievously behind the dark shades as they followed their quarry on his journey down the main street.

"He's forgotten someone's birthday or anniversary again," Tonks muttered, barely stifling a snort of laughter as Harry glanced around, the rather hunted look on his face telling her that her observation was no doubt very close to the truth. It was fun to watch him panic in such a way; it catered rather beautifully to the part of her that played amazing, antagonistic, naughty older sister-cousin in the young man's life. That, and someone had to get under his skin - albeit in a good way - if only to uphold the sisterhood of women and give Ariana a break (not that she particularly needed one).

Laughing softly to herself, Tonks took a few moments longer to observe her not-so-little-cousin, before raising her fingers to her mouth and emitting a loud, carrying wolf-whistle. She had absolutely no doubt that it'd get his attention, whether she was disguised or not, and Tonks grinned widely upon doing so, crossing one ankle to rest on her knee and peering over her sunglasses, eyes shifting briefly and cheekily from green to black and back again.

[Harry Potter]

date: 17 september 2005; saturday

[/b][/size]ot knowing anybody with hair like his or a predilection for sunglasses, Harry's preoccupation with looking for a gift for Hermione distracted him from being on any kind of lookout. That, plus he wasn't THAT paranoid yet.

He was, however, paranoid enough to be a little jumpy, and the shrill whistle made him instantly put him on alert. Spinning around toward the sound, his wand was in his hand and pointed out before he knew it as his eyes scanned the crowds and stores for the source. Most of the others were also peering around in a mixture of curiosity and annoyance, although some of the passers-by simply went about their business without paying the whistle any heed. They were the sort of people who'd be the first to drop dead from any real danger.

A moment later, he spotted the figure sitting in youthful fashion and Muggle shades. A pleated skirt and leggings? There weren't many he knew of who could pull off that kind of look, but he didn't recognize her as one of his peers and Tonks should be at work...

Lowering his wand but not tucking it away, he approached warily. On the one hand, his senses weren't telling him the person was a danger; on the other hand, senses could sometimes be wrong. With family members and friends boasting a long history of wicked pranks and a cousin who could shapeshift, it never hurt to be too careful. Besides, if he didn't know who this person was, he still could chew them out for disrupting traffic that way.

As he drew closer, his guard relaxed significantly and he grinned. Even without seeing her eyes, and even with the unfamiliar hair, he knew that pose and grin; coupled with the style of dress, he was 98% positive, and broke out into a run as if to tackle her off the fence. "Tonks !" he called, stopping just before he could actually plow into her. "What's up, you didn't say you were going to be here !"[/ul]
***ooc note #1: I wasn't 100% sure if he'd call her Tonks or Dora, if he's known her for so long... but if she obviously preferred Tonks, that's what he'd go with. Let me know if you think Dora would be more realistic!

***ooc note #2: I also wasn't entirely sure if he was meant to recognize her or not. XD I figured he'd recognize her clothing style, grin and whistle, but also wasn't sure if she meant to just throw him off so she could pounce during his distraction. Let me know if I bollocksed this up horribly!

[Nymphadora Tonks]

OOC NOTE INFINITY: STOP WORRYING IT'S AMAZING I LOVE IT AND YES HE WAS MEANT TO SHE MORPHED HER EYES AND YES BOTH NAMES WORK JESUS YOU STRESS-HEAD. xD But seriously, he could use both. For all both her and I care, he can use Tonks while calling out and have Dora as his childhood-name for her that he'll use when he isn't shouting it.

If anything, other people noticing and reacting to her only served to make Tonks grin that much more delightedly. If that was even possible. Except really, her grin scooted closer to the edge of pure wickedness when Harry reacted, though she couldn't help the small surge of pride at how quickly - if a little paranoidly so - he'd reacted to the sudden, if minor, commotion. Hell, even Moody would be impressed by that reaction time, considering it was coming from a kid who was, technically, entirely untrained in the art of professional duelling, tracking and otherwise Dark Artsy Aurorly stuff.

But then Harry was bolting towards her, and all thoughts of Aurorly stuff was completely forgotten amidst the very real possibility of being knocked off the fence by boyish enthusiasm. Not that Harry was particularly heavy - he was a lanky little git, like his Dad, though perhaps not really 'little' anymore - but he was, much to her chagrin, far bigger than Tonks these days lest she chose to morph a particular way, and even without that, the speed in which he was moving would be more than enough to send her toppling backwards.

Which, considering it was Tonks, was very, very likely to happen.

"Shite," she muttered amusedly, half-scooting, half throwing herself off the fence. The movement caused her to teeter a bit, but thankfully, she was wearing sneakers as opposed to any footwear that might otherwise be hazardous in this situation. Not only that, but Harry did in fact manage to pull himself up before he ploughed right into her, though it was a close call. Not that Tonks minded, and she laughed at his startled but otherwise thoroughly pleased - which of course, soothed her ego - exclamation over her sudden appearance, standing on her tiptoes to ruffle his perpetually messy hair affectionately.

"Well, that was the point, you dork. It's why they call it a surprise." Rocking back onto her heels, Tonks made a point of pushing her glasses up onto her head in an attempt at the epitome of cool, which half worked, save the fact that morphing "Harry-hair" like she had meant that longish tufts ended up framing her heart-shaped face choppily behind the sunglasses.

"I got off work early. Remembered it was a Hogsmeade weekend so I thought 'hey, why don't I waste my time off spending an afternoon with family?" Tonks grinned at him to soften any sting from her words, cocking her head to one side to examine her black hair. "Like the look, by the way? Figured you could pretend I was your amaazing, naughty big sister around your school mates. And then when they say 'whoa, Potter, I didn't know you had a hot sister!' you get to pretend you're big and tough and jinx-happy and 'oi, that's exactly what she is, so bugger off'!"

Whether he chose to hug her or not didn't matter, for Tonks let her sunglasses fall over her eyes again, tucking her arm companiably into his and gently - though enthusiastically, if both were possible - tugging him along and back towards the shops.

"So tell me," she said dryly, "Who's birthday slash anniversary have you forgotten this time?"

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[Harry Potter]

date: 17 september 2005; saturday

[/b][/size]olerating the hair-ruffling with one eye squeezed shut, halfheartedly squirmed away, Harry swatted at her hand. It was a big sister/cousin/family friend's right to treat him like a kid, but even so, as a 15 year old teenaged boy it was still embarrassing. "C'mon, cut it out, I'm not six anymore," he grumbled, although the protest was lost behind the grin he couldn't quite smother. He'd learned pretty good control of his facial expressions over the last few years - wouldn't have survived Slytherin without it - but his guard always inevitably crumbled to pieces when it came to his loved ones. It was an enormous vulnerability, and one that opened him up to being very easily hurt by them, but it was a vulnerability he was only too happy to embrace.

When he looked back down at Tonks, his grin widened to see the familiar style of mussed up hair. It was almost wilder with her, considering how much longer her version of the Potter bird's nest was. "Surprise or not, what would you have done if I'd hexed-first-thought-later ?" he asked without fixing the tufts or even pointing them out; they amused him, and he didn't think Tonks would be all that bothered by them. The spiky mess seemed to suit her more eccentric image in a way that almost appeared deliberate, unlike on him. "Shielded against the attack and had it ricochet off of some innocent bystander ?" Of course not - he was certain she had to be better than that, and his reactions weren't that volatile - but he still couldn't help ribbing her a bit. After all, he had drawn his wand, just in case.

Utterly unoffended by the barb about wasting time, Harry pulled a face at her show of cockiness. She had always been too close for him to even consider thinking of her in terms of hotness, sexuality aside, and he could definitely feel the stirrings of protectiveness as he imagined the scenario she described. Still, he couldn't give her the satisfaction of vocalizing that, especially since she already knew anyway that he absolutely would throw up his wand for her. Where was the fun in that? "More like I'd question them calling you hot when you're morphed to look like me," he snorted. "I'd watch myself around them in the showers more carefully." Not that he could really complain if he knew guys were secretly checking him out... He was no Malfoy but he wasn't a troll, either, and he'd never had a problem finding girls who were interested, but it was difficult to care about their opinions when he wasn't interested in them.

He crooked his elbow automatically when she went for his arm, having long since been socialized that that was what men did for women. It wasn't unusual to walk like that with Hermione, either. Speaking of which... He cast Tonks a bland look. "What makes you think I forgot a birthday or anniversary ? Tch', such distrust." He held the look for about two seconds before sighing and hanging his head, letting her lead the way. "Hermione's birthday is Monday. I got her some boring book or another, but I'm having trouble finding something fun for her. Or fun for me to watch her open," he added with a smirk. That was the real point of it, after all. Sure, sometimes he settled for something silly, like a Psyduck stuffed animal, but it was so much more fun to give her things that would make her bright red. For instance, the pale pink tracksuit bottoms that said R E A D across the arse instead of the usual trashier proclamations of SEXY or CUTE or DIVA or the like. Those were just ridiculous. The lacy corset top stashed away in the very depths of her wardrobe was also his fault, and picturing her face upon seeing it never ceased to make him snicker.[/ul]
OOC NOTE: I'm sorryyyyyyyyyy ! ! I fret. A lot. '_' And am neurotic and insecure. Yep. xD Shutting up now. -slinks off-

[Nymphadora Tonks]

OOC: IT'S OKAY I FORGIVE YOU. FOR NOW. xD <33333

She could have said something highly, amazingly impressive in response to his jib at what she'd have done if he'd tried to hex her - there was some truth in it, after all; she was an Auror for a bloody good reason. It was hardly the sort of career that rolled the rookies through like drunks at a bar, and it certainly wasn't a job you took on lightly. But even if she was just a little bit of an exhibitionist (just a tiny, tiny bit!) at times, Tonks wasn't arrogant. So she merely grinned affably in response, squeezing Harry's skinny arm fondly as they fell into step together and headed back in the general direction of the shops.

"Pfft, don't be a cocky prat now," she drawled, the affectionate squeeze turning into something of a light needling when her fingernails dug playfully into his bicep. "For one, if they're looking at me, a girl, they're probably not all that interested in what you have to offer, kiddo. Sorry, truth hurts. And contrary to popular belief," Tonks crinkled her nose at him playfully, a habitual gesture of hers, "I am entirely capable of garnering such attention without looking like you and your pasty Potter arse."

True that. Only what she didn't add - though Harry probably knew it well enough; he wasn't exactly an idiot even when he was...well, being an idiot - was that more often than not, it was a general consensus that Tonks got attention more or less for her abilities. Why but of course; she could change into just about anything the heart desired.; it absolutely boggled the male mind. Not that many would try after the first go - insecure she might be at times but timid Nymphadora Tonks was not; she'd hexed, decked, jinxed, insulted and otherwise chased off her fair share, and it was a general wish for death if the words 'hey Tonks luv, what about making your tits bigger?' came out of your mouth.

Hell, it didn't even have to be that crass, really. It could come out of the smoothest, suavest, wealthiest mouth in the world these days and she'd still probably attack the bastard.

That brought up the unwelcome thought of her long-ended engagement to a certain Pureblood, and Dora's eyes darkened slightly at the memory before she kicked it hard to the kerb, allowing, for just a moment, other more welcome thoughts...memories, associated with the men she'd had/or had in her life thus far. Well, apart from Dad. And Sirius. And even the lanky teenager currently leaning into her amiably as they ambled along. And then, of course, there was--

Tonks chuckled abashedly at the memory of scarred, calloused hands playing with her own over a conversation involving all kinds of random topics in the Leaky Cauldron, warm and dry and oh so surprisingly large (or maybe her hands were just small?). Thankfully, though, Harry chose then to comment, utterly confirming her suspicions that he had indeed forgotten someone's birthday. It also gave her something to actually chuckle at so she didn't look like she was laughing at random, and though she gave him a pointed look (yes, she did know him, so she knew he forgot these things), Dora still cocked her head to the side willingly, eyes dark with thought despite the smile still playing around her lips.

"Well, I guess you already got her the obvious thing. I mean, it is Hermione." Tonks pursed her lips in concentration - Hermione wasn't exactly what you'd consider a typical teenage girl, so really, Harry had the right of it with being confused and all. "Huuum...what have you thought up so far? Doesn't she like those Muggle Pokemon things?"

That was said offhandedly, and it might have worked as such too...only, Dora just happened to be fond of the strange little Japanesey creatures herself. Not that that mattered; it was Hermione's birthday, not hers.

[Harry Potter]

date: 17 september 2005; saturday

[/b][/size]incing a bit at the sensation of nails, Harry grinned nonetheless. He'd always thought of Tonks/Dora as a bit of a show-off, but only in the same competitive way many outgoing, confident, friendly people were. It was fun to be in the spotlight sometimes. Granted, she possibly liked the spotlight a bit more than the average person, but it came with the package and certainly didn't bother him any; she had unique skills and a unique personality and deserved to shine. He enjoyed watching her antics, both the metamorphing ones and her general pranks and behaviour. "You never know. Maybe some of them are keeping a few secrets in their closet,"[/color] he suggested with a wink. It was possible. He was doing it, after all. "'Sides, you're you calling pasty? Malfoy is pasty. I've got great skin tone," he remarked, lifting up one arm to inspect said skin tone and the lingering summer tan on it from flying about in a t-shirt and shorts for months. He also didn't mention that he quite liked Malfoy's paleness, an ingrained pallor that didn't even tan with hours of Quidditch. Burn, maybe.[/size][/font]

No - thoughts of Malfoy and his skin were not going to ruin his time with Tonks. Reigning his wandering imagination back in, Harry glanced back at his "cousin" curiously. "What's the weirdest morph a man's ever asked you to do?" he asked.

Luckily for Tonks, his distraction with his longstanding rival and housemate kept him from noticing the darkened expression, as brief as it was, although he did give the hand on his arm a reassuring squeeze automatically when he felt her tense up at her bitter memories. The chuckle, he was successfully duped into thinking had to do with his absentmindnedness with dates, and he sighed as he looked around the store windows again. "Yeah, but I've done Pokémon for her too many times, and it's a bit late to head out to the Muggle sectors of Scotland to pick something up," he pointed out. Besides, he'd have wanted to go to a Pokémon store without Tonks so he could nab her something, too. Unless Ariana'd gotten into it when he wasn't looking, Hermione was the only one of his friends with an active interest in the franchise but Tonks always seemed a little too curious on the topic whenever he brought it up. For all Harry knew, she'd been playing the game for ages and always pretended it was just a Muggle thing to fool him along. Or maybe she really was curious. He would have to keep that in mind for her next birthday, then. February was far enough off that he should have plenty of time to hit Edinsburgh or drop by London over the holiday to pick up some supplies.

But that would be later. For now, he had to focus on Hermione. "I don't even have long to shop now - I'm supposed to meet Remus in like half an hour." He loved meeting with his former professor and honorary uncle. When he'd been little Remus had always been a bit too quiet for his taste, being the wiser, more responsible member of the Marauders, but as he'd reached Hogwarts age and things became strained with Sirius and his dad, Uncle Remus had been an absolute godsend. He would have been okay without him, but certainly a far deal more bitter. Having Remus to talk to kept him grounded and centered in a way that not even Hermione or Tonks could do, just in the way any boy needed his dad - or a substitute paternal figure. He loved his father and godfather, of course, but just couldn't talk with them about the problems in Slytherin house without having to suffer through a rant on how the snakes were evil and the hat was wrong for sorting him the way it had.

Harry shook his head in frustration as he thought. Why oh why did he grab her the book so far in advance but space out on something fun ? Good god, birthdays were annoying. He really didn't need an excuse to buy his friends and family members stuff, so it was rather bothersome that there was this one day out of the year - two including Christmas - where you were obligated to scramble to find the "right" gift and blow money. "Anyway, I don't know, you're good at being a brat-- I mean, a cleverly mischievous prankster," he amended, casting Tonks a sidelong grin. "What would you suggest to embarrass or amuse her? I'm out of mortifying articles of clothing I'd feel okay buying, I've got a prank in mind to scare her involving birthday cake, Psyduck's been done and dnoe again, but I'm lost on the actual gift part."[/ul]

[Nymphadora Tonks]

"I suppose it's brilliant skin toning, if you like tan lines."

For a woman who almost oozed good natured enthusiasm and gutsy playfulness, Tonks was surprisingly ace at being droll or wry when she chose to. Most likely a Black thing, though she'd never, ever cotton onto that thought willingly, but her voice nonetheless dripped with playful sarcasm as she gave her young cousin's arms the sort of wry sidealong look only females could give. She couldn't help but tease, anyway; it was fun to do so, and one of the many joys of her Metamorphmagus abilities, knowing that she didn't have to suffer such bodily indignities if she chose not to. Not that she was gloating, of course; she of all the people in the world was adamant, almost fiercely so, on not being judged for her magic alone.

Considering her thoughts, Harry's question was brilliant in it's timing, and though Tonks snorted, she pursed her lips, tilting her head slightly like she did when she was thinking hard and well about something. Of course, there were the usual standard, perverted questions that annoyed the hell out of her. But young Harry was clearly looking for something funny. She didn't mind thinking of the funny ones.

"Nerdy, bespectacled guy in a bar once asked me if I could morph animal ears on my head. Apparently he was a Zoologist Trainee." Tonks smirked slightly, half lifting Harry's arm with hers and doing pointed quote marks with her fingers into the air. "Don't even want to think about what he got up to on weekends, with that sort of job and a request like that."

Joking aside, Tonks' brow furrowed still in thought even as she jabbed Harry in the ribs for calling her a 'brat' - though she no doubt was exactly that at times - clearly thinking thoroughly his current dilemma. It was one of her saving graces, something genuinely good and Hufflepuff-ish about her even when she teased and taunted; Tonks absolutely without a second thought put proper thought and generosity into most of what she did. Especially for family and friends. Even if it was just something little, like this. Even for someone who, while she was fond of Hermione the few times she'd met her, she probably wouldn't say she was close to. Yet. Certainly not as close as she was to Harry.

"Huuum...oh really?"

Of course, though he probably didn't realise himself in the lead up to that moment, Harry had mentioned the one thing - or rather person - that could genuinely derail Tonks' train of thought. No matter how serious or generous or Hufflepuff-ish it was. Remus. Tonks pursed her lips slightly almost as soon as she'd spoken, though, damning herself for sounding too eager and making a concentrated effort to suppress the tingle in her hair, the subtle warning that it was perilously close to changing. If not already there. And she did not need that, did not, oh Merlin and Hell, need her hair doing it's little giggly, embarrassing pink tip thing in plain sight of Harry. Especially not while she was sporting a black head of hair.

"That's good. I saw him the other night; he misses you a bit, I reckon." At least that was said with considerable more 'coolness' than how she'd sounded moments ago, though her stomach was still boogying about on it's own special dance floor at the mention of their favorite werewolf. Especially her favorite werewolf. And despite the fact that she was now hastily wondering in a dark, distinctly amorous part of her brain she'd cut all ties with when she'd ended her engagement a year and a half ago, if he'd like what she was wearing. Skirts, tights, the shirt and coat, and of course, the sunglasses...all her, uniquely her, and she'd felt almost sexy in it. And now she was wondering exactly the opposite of it.

Shaking her head slightly, Tonks grinned a little at Harry, squeezing his arm a little with hers.

"Might find Ariana somewhere along the way then, I suppose. Then you can have your 'man's man' time with Remus while I haul her off for girly talk." The young Auror's brow furrowed slightly again. "And I can think a bit more on what Hermione might like then, too. She is a bit difficult to shop for - not the usual girly, giggly teenage girl. They're easy to shop for...she doesn't like Quidditch, does she?"

[Harry Potter]

date: 17 september 2005; saturday

[/b][/size]olling his eyes at the barb about tan lines, Harry cast his "cousin" a mild look. "What's wrong with tan lines?" he asked. "It's weirder to run around with a perfect head-to-toes tan anyway, like some sort of streaker or cosmetic potions addict. The girls who go for that look are mad." He'd never seen men give a damn about that. Sure, males were more prone toward running around shirtless so they got better upper body tans anyway, but what bloke didn't have lines for shorts or shoes? Tanned skin he was indifferent to aside from as an indication of health and a penchant for the outdoors, and t-shirt or tank top lines had never bothered him. Fortunately for him, 'Mione wasn't that insane and didn't care about such trivial nonsense, so he rarely had to deal with it. It was all just stupid along the lines of the eternal Oh-Shit question: "Does this dress make me look fat?"

The anecdote he received was well worth asking after, and he barked out a laugh as he imagined the scene - and better yet, imagined Tonks's "Did I really just hear that?" reaction. "Have to applaud his audacity, though, yeah ?" he suggested, still chuckling as he shook his head. Some people... "It's not that weird in the Muggle world, though, from what I hear. Well -" he amended hastily with a frown, "it's weird, weird as hell, but definitely not unheard of. Something about the Japanese telly, and fans wearing cat ears and Pikachu costumes and such, like Halloween without the holiday. You'd fit right in," he teased, winking. Even as he joked, though, the whole thing still seemed bizarre. He'd been startled to hear about cosplay for the first time, unable to see the point of it and why it would even be fun... but then again, it wasn't as though witches and wizards didn't experiment with magic to temporarily change attributes about themselves just for fun. Transfiguration, after all, and various cosmetic potions even beyond Polyjuice, and Glamour Charms...

Tonks's tone when he mentioned Remus caught the young Slytherin's attention, although he didn't initially think much of it. "You did ?" he asked her, surprised to hear she'd seen Remus and instantly feeling bad about being missed. Well, it was a good feeling, for sure, to be loved, but he really needed to keep in touch better. From what he'd gathered here and there he was already far more prone toward diligent epistolary communication than most of his male peers, but nothing really made up for face-to-face interaction. "I didn't know you two were all that acquainted, really. He's great - I miss having him around." Even more than dad... he thought, the sentiment immediately followed up by a pang of guilt. He still loved his dad, had enormous respect for him, but things just weren't the same anymore. Where'd you see him at ? Or..."

A thought dawned on him then. It was mostly in jest still, but there was still a little inkling of a Hmmm... maybe? and he grinned. "Or are you seeing him ?" he prompted, leaning in conspiratorily. "Is our shy, sweet little flower of a Dora dizzy for kind Uncle Remus ?" Honestly, the thought of Remus dating made him a little wary - and the thought of Remus dating someone who was barely older than he was even warier - but really, Remus had been alone for far too long. It would do him good to get some attention.

The mention of his sister, unfortunately, successfully derailed Harry from gladly picking on the Metamorphmagus. He blinked, then scowled. "I hope we don't run into that hellchild," he grumbled, disgruntled in the way that older siblings often were. "Merlin, I deliberately didn't tell anybody but Hermione that I was visiting Remus today just so she wouldn't overhear." How would she have found out ? Maybe she'd heard from mum or dad or Sirius that Remus would be in Hogsmeade, and put two and two together. Or maybe she didn't realize Harry was showing up at all, and wanted Remus to herself. Orrrr maybe Tonks was just planting terrible thoughts in his head and he was worrying for nothing. Sighing, he shook his head, deciding to let it go unless they actually came upon the annoying little brat who always seemed intent on making him miserable whenever they were in the same room. "Anyway, no, she's not into Quidditch, and it's hard to horrify someone with sports anyway. Unless it's a towel sporting Viktor Krum posing,"[/color] he snorted, well aware that there were many girls who were half in love with the Bulgarian athlete. He couldn't see the appeal himself, really; Krum was far too bulky and muscled up for his tastes. He liked them lean. "What would you get a non-girly friend you wanted to prank ?" he asked.[/size][/font][/ul]

[Lakin!]

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