Remember the good times [Dora]

[Fred Weasley]

Fred had walked out of the castle alone again, George had told him he needed to do something and ran away from him in just a second, leving the smallest twin blinking he shrugged and decided to go look for some trouble alone, of course it wouldn't be as fun as with his brother, but sometimes needed to be like this, after all, as close as they were the twins were also individuals and needed their own space from time to time.

Leaving the castle he stretched and looked around in search of a new victim, or at least someone he got along with well to chat for a moment, frowning he placed his hands inside his pockets feeling all the small gadgets used for pranks in small places, like classrooms, and sighed at the sight of no one near.

Walking away from the door a sound made him turn, and a wide grin appeared on his face, Nymphadora was just walking out of the castle too, this was more than amazing considering it had been weeks since they saw her, and he actually kind of missed her. Grinning widely he moved back a bit knowing she hadn't noticed him, walking slowly he took out four small noise bombs, and walked next to her throwing the bombs to the floor making a massive noise hoping to startle her.

"Dora!!! How are you!!!!" the boy screamed as he wrapped his arms around the girl quickly and letting her go "Why didn't you tell us you were coming?" he asked pouting slightly "I'm sure George will be happy to see you too!"

[Nymphadora Tonks]

Aurorly Constant Vigilance dictated that usually, she would have seen it coming. Tonks was a sodding Auror, after all, and Mad-Eye's protege. And in a way, she did see it coming. Just not until the last second, unfortunately, as one generally didn't expect to be suddenly under attack on Hogwarts Grounds. Certainly not while Dumbledore was about. Unless it was an accident. And it might have been an accident - or worse, she might have pulled her wand on the culprit - had the sudden loud bangs not been immediately followed by a familiar enough voice screeching in her ear.

Then again, it *was* Hogwarts; she should have known better. She'd been part of it's mischief-making contingent not too long ago herself.

"You silly prat," she yelped, clutching her chest with the hand holding her half-drawn wand, shoving Fred half-playfully, half-scoldingly with the other arm even as he all but pounced on her. Really, silly boy, she could have hexed him before she'd even known who it was, and...and...bloody hell.

"I might have hexed you, you muppet," she growled, though it was punctuated by a faint panting; he had given her poor Auror reflexes something of a fright, whether she wanted to admit it or not. Still should hex him, really, but there was probably a law against adults cursing students on the school grounds, for one. And for another, it was difficult to hex a boy whose grin you'd known since his First Year, especially when he was looking so proud of himself. Quite mean, really.

Then again, revenge is a dish best served cold.

"Hang on, one question at a time." Dora took a moment to regain her composure, allowing her hair to fade from the bleached white-blonde of fright back to the dark magenta it had been previously and her breath to return. "Now...I'm good. Didn't need those years of life you just robbed me of at *all*. And it didn't even occur to me to tell anyone I was here; I didn't even know myself until this morning. And I figured you'd all still be in class...speaking of, why *aren't* you in class? And where's George?"

[Fred Weasley]

It was probably more than obvious that neither Fred or George cared or even thought about the reactions of the people they startled or pranked, to be honest it was more the first option, and they didn't even cared, they have been hexed, punched, yelled and a lot of more thigns before for what they did that the only thing they kind of feared was someone killing them, but still they didn't thought much about it.

Lauhging at Dora's reaction Fred couldn't help but think it would have been kind of funny for her to hex him in the castle grounds, her being an auror and all, it would have been interesing to see what happened, on the other hand it wouldn't have been much funny if she had been sent to Azkaban because of him, still a small hex would have been funny.

"But you didn't so there is no need to alarm" he said while pouncing on her. He was sure george woud have been laughing at this moment, and he would have laughed even more if the girl actualy hexed him, after all, they have gone through a lot of things before becuase of that, broken bones, hitting from other and their own parents, and even though some were pretty painfull they would both laugh to dead at those stories. Still this wasn't the first time Fred had startled Dora, and for what he remembered this wasnt the first time she threatened him with cursing him for a fright.

Watching her hair turn back to her normal color Fred couldn't help but grin widely amazed by the fact that she could do that so easily, he had always admired that from her and wished to do so himself. Smiled he pranced back and forth awaiting for all her replies to all of his question.

At her las question he laughed again andplaced both arms behind his back "I havent been much fond of classes ever, but professor Trewlaney let us leave before the end of the period for us to continue our essay....then George disapeared and I decided to walk around school in search of something interestin...and I found you" he ended it with a wide grin, as if he was really proud of himself for the achivement on finding her.

[Nymphadora Tonks]

The Weasleys were, without a doubt, alike in every way when it came to looks. But when it came to personality, they were a rather diverse bunch, though if Tonks were to put them all in one neat little box, she'd find a divide of sorts down the middle. Each and every single one of them was outgoing, but on one hand, you had the Weasleys who were more like, say...Ron. Or Percy. Or even Bill at times. Quieter, more contained. Even shy at times. Nervous, on occasion, though that seemed to exclusively be a trait of Ron's. And then you had the others - Charlie. The Twins. Ginny. Louder. Confident. Cocky, even, at times.

Like now. Fred was extremely and obviously proud of himself, and clearly unrepetant and unashamed. Pure cheek. He's exactly like Charlie, Tonks chuckled inwardly, wryly affectionate.

"Little git," Tonks griped, though her words lacked any real sting. She didn't really mind being found by a Weasley; there were worse people to be found by. People that would certainly ruin her day, and through some miracle that she'd yet to fathom, it was nearly impossible for a Weasley to do that. Not even Molly's fussing could truly put her in a bad mood, and Arthur was so downright endearing that even passing him in the hallway with a quick hello and a smile was enough to make a grumpy day even a little better. Must have something to do with the jolly red hair.

"Well, if you're sure you won't be missed...not that you care if you get into trouble, I know." Tonks eyed the lad that was as good a friend to her little cousin - Ariana - as one could be expected to be (and she had no bone to pick with that), one of the pair she'd practically watched grow up with speculative amusement. And grow he had - even stocky, Fred was taller than her by inches when she was her natural height. Not that that was a particularly difficult thing to do.

"I was probably going to just take the long way around the grounds and leave that way. But you know, I haven't been down to my old House's area for ages..." Tonks paused, considering the freckly ginger before her with a mock cautious look that didn't fool anyone purely by the wickedness shining in dark eyes. "Do the kitchen's house elves still do a mean chocolate and cookie cream cake?