tonks has caught remus in the act. for christmas, kingsley gave him an enormous box of honeydukes fudge, and really, sincerely, he wanted to make it last. if it had been completely up to him, he’d have had one piece every few days, savouring the richness of every bite, but it’s only been a week and he’s down to his last five cubes. when she bursts into the room unannounced, a torrent of noise and bright colours, there’s a very square lump protruding from his cheek, and he has the distinct look of a student being caught out of bounds at night.
remus swallows thickly. his face goes through several different expressions. mild regret, abject pain, virulent regret, a loose collapse of relief, and then sheepish embarrassment. the square of fudge finally swallowed, he presses his lips together and clears his throat, evasively mildly. ‘ dinner’s now? ’
SHE KNOWS HOW TO read people - not only is a part of her job, not only has she been trained to do it well & quickly, but endless hours of looking in the mirror & trying different features out for size gets old pretty quickly if you don’t vary your EXPRESSION. She knows how emotions can play with the scrunch of a nose, the flicker of lips, the darting of eyes ---- so she reads Remus’ face as easily as a book: SURPRISE, regret, chagrin, and a bit of the wide-eyed schoolboy caught in the act. This act being devouring chocolate. For all her seriousness at the fact that dinner might be snatched away, she can’t help but laugh - the sound trickling through the air like water over a stream bed.
‘Yeah,’ she replies, ‘now.’ Motioning to the hallway with her wand still in hand, she waits for him to follow before turning & retracing her steps downstairs. ‘I won’t tell Molly you had DESSERT before dinner if you give me a piece later ------’
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