Just Tonks.

Harry Potter RP character. OC friendly. Any and all timelines welcome!

[witchytonks-blog]

‘this was fun and terrible.’ (lycanthropyprofessor)

@lycanthropyprofessor

Parenting, Tonks had long learned, was actually that exact statement. Fun. And terrible. Sometimes both at the same time. Like now. She had agreed to meet her husband in Hogsmeade after they spoke via Floo. Remus had to deny Harry the trip to Hogsmeade, which Harry didn’t understand. Neither Remus nor Tonks could fully explain it to him either; the matter was too close to their own hearts. Too heartbreaking to fully explain.

Sirius Black had broken out of Azkaban. He had broken out and the Prophet said that he was gunning for Harry. Well, it was implied that he was. He’s at Hogwarts, the paper quoted her former cousin saying. He’s at Hogwarts. Harry was at Hogwarts. When Harry was younger, before Hogwarts, Tonks would have been merely very concerned and slightly scared. Now, with two years of her son (she dared anyone to correct her on that) being a bloody magnet for trouble (just like both of his fathers), she was highly concerned and very scared.

She reached over the table, catching Remus’ hand in hers and gave a squeeze. “I can let out a room here for a bit? We can let Harry visit with his friends and I can still keep an eye on him. For–” She trailed off, looking at their hands with a quiet sigh.

[lycanthropyprofessor]

“No because that’ll only make us more vulnerable to him. I know the ministry is on top of this, Minister Fudge has already been in contact with me, but already there are reports of Sirius being spotted near here. I don’t think we can afford the chance.” He brushed his thumb over her knuckles. “That’s not to say Harry won’t figure out a way on his own. He’s very resourceful, almost obnoxiously so.”

He hated having to drag Tonks away from work to come and remind him that he was doing the right thing. “Any news on your end. I know they’ve been trying to keep you out of the hunt for him but you must know something.”

[witchytonks-blog]

“I blame both you and James for that…resourcefulness.” Yup. Neither Lily nor she had anything to do with that one. Though perhaps she would take credit, or blame, for the tenacity that the boy had. She smiled crookedly, fretting on her lower lip with the next question.

“No, and it bothers me. I asked Moody to let me on the case, but he just gruffed about being too close and shooed me away. He’s making me ride a desk until this is over.” Benched over the whole thing of it. It was particularly frustrating. She frowned then, glancing around. “I trust them, Remus. But I don’t know. I’m scared.” It had been so long since she had genuinely been scared. She had been scared when Harry opened up about Voldemort and Tom Riddle. But this..this was different. Sirius..was different.

“How are you doing with all this?”

[lycanthropyprofessor]

“I have a million other headaches to worry about ontop of this. Severus isn’t making my job much easier. Did you know that Frank and Alice’s son is afraid of him? That his biggest fear, Severus Snape. How awful of a person must you be to end up the person a child has nightmares of?” He took a sip of his drink with a bit of cheeky glint in his eyes.

“So naturally, when faced with his boggart, I had Neville turn it Snivellous wearing Augusta Longbottom’s clothes. Had the whole classroom roaring in laughter.”

[witchytonks-blog]

When just herself and not under cover, or trying to pull a joke, Tonks’ face was incredibly easy to read. And even at the mention of Severus Snape, she was already pulling a face of what could only be distaste. She had never forgiven him for calling Lily a mudblood. But it shifted to sympathy at the mention of Alice and Frank’s son. “That’s terrible!”

Even more terrible was what Remus suggested, but that was the kind of terrible that she enjoyed. Tonks laughed openly and shook her head at the idea. “It’s funnier knowing full well how Mrs. Longbottom dresses.”

Smiling, she lifted her eyebrows. “So. Hating the teaching gig, are we?”

[lycanthropyprofessor]

“It’s wonderful, really. It’s the first time I’ve ever felt like I’m truly doing something worthwhile, and all the students just want to learn. Honestly, the bright and eager faces of all the first years is my favorite, makes me a bit nostalgic if I’m honest. Harry’s grown up far too fast.”

Remus honestly felt happier than he had in years, being a teacher suited him just as much as being a loving partner and incredible father suited him. It was his nature.

“Shame that it’ll only last a year.”

[witchytonks-blog]

Genuinely happy for him, the whole knowledge that this was something Remus really wanted being the biggest consolation in not having him home, she smiled lovingly as he waxed poetic about the children’s faces and being a professor.

She did, however, tsk at the notion that it would only be this year. “Can’t sack you. The last professors were total shit and didn’t get sacked.” Shit did happen to them, but neither of them were actually fired.

[witchytonks-blog]

‘this was fun and terrible.’ (lycanthropyprofessor)

@lycanthropyprofessor

Parenting, Tonks had long learned, was actually that exact statement. Fun. And terrible. Sometimes both at the same time. Like now. She had agreed to meet her husband in Hogsmeade after they spoke via Floo. Remus had to deny Harry the trip to Hogsmeade, which Harry didn’t understand. Neither Remus nor Tonks could fully explain it to him either; the matter was too close to their own hearts. Too heartbreaking to fully explain.

Sirius Black had broken out of Azkaban. He had broken out and the Prophet said that he was gunning for Harry. Well, it was implied that he was. He’s at Hogwarts, the paper quoted her former cousin saying. He’s at Hogwarts. Harry was at Hogwarts. When Harry was younger, before Hogwarts, Tonks would have been merely very concerned and slightly scared. Now, with two years of her son (she dared anyone to correct her on that) being a bloody magnet for trouble (just like both of his fathers), she was highly concerned and very scared.

She reached over the table, catching Remus’ hand in hers and gave a squeeze. “I can let out a room here for a bit? We can let Harry visit with his friends and I can still keep an eye on him. For–” She trailed off, looking at their hands with a quiet sigh.

[lycanthropyprofessor]

“No because that’ll only make us more vulnerable to him. I know the ministry is on top of this, Minister Fudge has already been in contact with me, but already there are reports of Sirius being spotted near here. I don’t think we can afford the chance.” He brushed his thumb over her knuckles. “That’s not to say Harry won’t figure out a way on his own. He’s very resourceful, almost obnoxiously so.”

He hated having to drag Tonks away from work to come and remind him that he was doing the right thing. “Any news on your end. I know they’ve been trying to keep you out of the hunt for him but you must know something.”

[witchytonks-blog]

“I blame both you and James for that…resourcefulness.” Yup. Neither Lily nor she had anything to do with that one. Though perhaps she would take credit, or blame, for the tenacity that the boy had. She smiled crookedly, fretting on her lower lip with the next question.

“No, and it bothers me. I asked Moody to let me on the case, but he just gruffed about being too close and shooed me away. He’s making me ride a desk until this is over.” Benched over the whole thing of it. It was particularly frustrating. She frowned then, glancing around. “I trust them, Remus. But I don’t know. I’m scared.” It had been so long since she had genuinely been scared. She had been scared when Harry opened up about Voldemort and Tom Riddle. But this..this was different. Sirius..was different.

“How are you doing with all this?”

[lycanthropyprofessor]

“I have a million other headaches to worry about ontop of this. Severus isn’t making my job much easier. Did you know that Frank and Alice’s son is afraid of him? That his biggest fear, Severus Snape. How awful of a person must you be to end up the person a child has nightmares of?” He took a sip of his drink with a bit of cheeky glint in his eyes.

“So naturally, when faced with his boggart, I had Neville turn it Snivellous wearing Augusta Longbottom’s clothes. Had the whole classroom roaring in laughter.”

[witchytonks-blog]

When just herself and not under cover, or trying to pull a joke, Tonks’ face was incredibly easy to read. And even at the mention of Severus Snape, she was already pulling a face of what could only be distaste. She had never forgiven him for calling Lily a mudblood. But it shifted to sympathy at the mention of Alice and Frank’s son. “That’s terrible!”

Even more terrible was what Remus suggested, but that was the kind of terrible that she enjoyed. Tonks laughed openly and shook her head at the idea. “It’s funnier knowing full well how Mrs. Longbottom dresses.”

Smiling, she lifted her eyebrows. “So. Hating the teaching gig, are we?”

[witchytonks-blog]

‘this was fun and terrible.’ (lycanthropyprofessor)

@lycanthropyprofessor

Parenting, Tonks had long learned, was actually that exact statement. Fun. And terrible. Sometimes both at the same time. Like now. She had agreed to meet her husband in Hogsmeade after they spoke via Floo. Remus had to deny Harry the trip to Hogsmeade, which Harry didn’t understand. Neither Remus nor Tonks could fully explain it to him either; the matter was too close to their own hearts. Too heartbreaking to fully explain.

Sirius Black had broken out of Azkaban. He had broken out and the Prophet said that he was gunning for Harry. Well, it was implied that he was. He’s at Hogwarts, the paper quoted her former cousin saying. He’s at Hogwarts. Harry was at Hogwarts. When Harry was younger, before Hogwarts, Tonks would have been merely very concerned and slightly scared. Now, with two years of her son (she dared anyone to correct her on that) being a bloody magnet for trouble (just like both of his fathers), she was highly concerned and very scared.

She reached over the table, catching Remus’ hand in hers and gave a squeeze. “I can let out a room here for a bit? We can let Harry visit with his friends and I can still keep an eye on him. For–” She trailed off, looking at their hands with a quiet sigh.

[lycanthropyprofessor]

“No because that’ll only make us more vulnerable to him. I know the ministry is on top of this, Minister Fudge has already been in contact with me, but already there are reports of Sirius being spotted near here. I don’t think we can afford the chance.” He brushed his thumb over her knuckles. “That’s not to say Harry won’t figure out a way on his own. He’s very resourceful, almost obnoxiously so.”

He hated having to drag Tonks away from work to come and remind him that he was doing the right thing. “Any news on your end. I know they’ve been trying to keep you out of the hunt for him but you must know something.”

[witchytonks-blog]

“I blame both you and James for that...resourcefulness.” Yup. Neither Lily nor she had anything to do with that one. Though perhaps she would take credit, or blame, for the tenacity that the boy had. She smiled crookedly, fretting on her lower lip with the next question.

“No, and it bothers me. I asked Moody to let me on the case, but he just gruffed about being too close and shooed me away. He’s making me ride a desk until this is over.” Benched over the whole thing of it. It was particularly frustrating. She frowned then, glancing around. “I trust them, Remus. But I don’t know. I’m scared.” It had been so long since she had genuinely been scared. She had been scared when Harry opened up about Voldemort and Tom Riddle. But this..this was different. Sirius..was different.

“How are you doing with all this?”

[witchytonks-blog]

‘this was fun and terrible.’ (lycanthropyprofessor)

@lycanthropyprofessor

Parenting, Tonks had long learned, was actually that exact statement. Fun. And terrible. Sometimes both at the same time. Like now. She had agreed to meet her husband in Hogsmeade after they spoke via Floo. Remus had to deny Harry the trip to Hogsmeade, which Harry didn’t understand. Neither Remus nor Tonks could fully explain it to him either; the matter was too close to their own hearts. Too heartbreaking to fully explain.

Sirius Black had broken out of Azkaban. He had broken out and the Prophet said that he was gunning for Harry. Well, it was implied that he was. He’s at Hogwarts, the paper quoted her former cousin saying. He’s at Hogwarts. Harry was at Hogwarts. When Harry was younger, before Hogwarts, Tonks would have been merely very concerned and slightly scared. Now, with two years of her son (she dared anyone to correct her on that) being a bloody magnet for trouble (just like both of his fathers), she was highly concerned and very scared.

She reached over the table, catching Remus’ hand in hers and gave a squeeze. “I can let out a room here for a bit? We can let Harry visit with his friends and I can still keep an eye on him. For--” She trailed off, looking at their hands with a quiet sigh.

[lycanthropyprofessor]

"I need you to he honest with me." (Open to any verse!)

@witchytonks

“You know why I can’t be. If I tell you more than what the order already knows then I compromise myself.” He was running his fingers through her hair, just holding her. They only got sporadic moments like this now, brief and unknown when it’d happen again.

“I’m telling you the truth, I’m safe, I’m healthy and I intend to come out the other end of this just as in tact as I am now.”

[witchytonks-blog]

Her mouth shifted to one side, pursed, but then Tonks relented. She wasn't satisfied, but knew well enough that it would have to do. Hand moved idly along his chest, enjoying the small and stolen moments together.

"I know. And as long as you come back in tact." That would have to be enough.

"So tell me something else honest." Trying to lighten the mood, she lifted her head up and smiled.

[witchytonks-blog]

“Do you not understand how awful this is? What I’ve done to you?” (lycanthropyprofessor)

( @lycanthropyprofessor )

Remus was Tonks’ first serious relationship. She had dated before Remus of course, but had never felt the connection that she felt with the older man. So, sometimes, she wondered whether it was the simple fact of inexperience in long-term relationships that caused her emotional whiplash so much. Or whether it was life with a man who had a sickness, or life with a man who had anxiety. None of them bothered Tonks in the slightest, either separately or together, but she did wonder. Habit of a woman too curious by half.

The answer was probably a combination of all three. Six months ago, after meeting Bill and Fleur’s new baby, Remus broke down with the weight of his guilt of never being able to give Tonks that. She could never have a family. She, of course, had made the decision that birthing a child was something she was willing to forego the moment she decided to be serious with him. Also, she reminded the ridiculous but cute-as-hell man, she had a family. In time, they could talk adoption and she was honestly happy with that. Did it suck a little? Sure. Generally speaking, most women had visions of being a mother. It was societally bred into them. It was only with life experience that their ideas of motherhood, or whether they genuinely wanted it, expanded. So, to a now 26-year-old Tonks, pregnancy kind of looked like an experience that also sucked a little. So the trade-off she chose seemed pretty even stevens to her.

Then three months ago, they had a huge scare – even the most careful people could have accidents – and she saw Remus freak out. While also freaked out, Tonks long ago learned that freaking out did very little in getting shit done. She expelled and washed up carefully, tried to get as much bodily fluid out of her as possible, then firmly and lovingly told Remus to get his shit together so that they could go to the hospital and she could get the quick test as well as the post-exposure medications to lower her chances of being infected. Her quick test came back clean, medications were diligently taken, and her second check-up test also returned with a clean bill. All was well in the weird little family of Potter-Lupin-Tonks.

Fast-forward to the now. Like clockwork, Tonks was in her doctor’s office for quarterly tests. And, like clockwork, the tests came back negative. Well. Most of them. One particular test, always run in the same batch as the others, came back positive. Color her shocked, though not unpleasantly so.

She bounced out of the office happily, if later than usual, and sprung the good news on Remus after he fretted about how long she took. But he definitely didn’t react in the way she thought he would. And she was currently staring at him with a decidedly ‘are you fucking kidding me?’ look. “…Are you fucking kidding me?” Let it never be said that Nymphadora Tonks was a difficult book to read.

“Not more than half a year ago, you were a right bloody mess over how you couldn’t do this and how you felt I was missing out. Here we find out that we’re pregnant and prognosis is good for mother and tiny alien creature at three months and you’re changing your mind?” Tonks knew what it meant. She knew that there would be more doctor’s appointments, more pokings and proddings because they not only had to keep an eye on her but also an eye on said alien-looking creature inside of her. But that was okay. Because as long as Mum was good, potential kid was good. At least according to her research into the subject.

“Do you not love me?” She asked with a small frown, quick-moving brain jumping to its own conclusions. “Have you been trying to break up with me and I’ve not seen the signs?”

[lycanthropyprofessor]

Remus was in a constant state of dread. It was how he lived his life, always had been, always would be. And when his partner, they’d not married or anything but she was as good as his for the long haul, got so close to sharing his fate a good two years and change into their relationship, it shook him to his core.

And if he was honest, he’d been shaky ever since, despite her negative tests and assurances that they were good. So when her quarterly happened and took much longer than normal, he was on high alert but now this.

Part of him was elated, over the moon. But a greater part of him was greeting guilt like an old friend. It was bad enough he was going to be leaving Harry behind but now another poor child who’d inevitably look like him and be a hurtful reminder to poor Tonks when he was cold in the ground.

He snapped out of it at her questions. “Don’t be stupid, of course I love you.”

[witchytonks-blog]

She reached out then, cupping the sides of his face and making him look right at her. “Then we will be all right.” Tonks replied with quiet confidence.

“I love you. And we will make sure that me and the alien stay happy and healthy.” With a smile, she stroked his cheek with one hand. “But I am going to need you in on this with me. I heard stress makes you get gray hair.”

[lycanthropyprofessor]

He closed his eyes and attempted to steady his heart beat. “How do you feel? About this. I mean, a relationship with me is one thing but now there’s no going back. You’re going to be forever linked to me by tiny a creature. I’m not even that good looking.”

[witchytonks-blog]

"I'm happy." Came the genuine answer easily. "Not so much about the whole getting fat and labor bit, but tradeoffs, right?" The last part was said with a lopsided grin before she kissed him gently. "And you are a lying liar who lies. Because you're incredibly handsome."

"Ignoring your fears, how do you feel about it?"

[actuallyspencerreid]

Does anyone else ever feel “secondhand representation?” Like, “I know this isn’t necessarily for me, but I love it and am so proud of it anyway.” Like Patriot Act with Hasan Minhaj makes me so proud for Indian people. One Day At a Time makes me happy for latinx people (and it’s really fucked up that it’s getting canceled.) I’m a black, bisexual woman, so in today’s day and age, I get proud easily because there are multiple avenues of representation for me (Black Panther; Love, Simon; Wonder Woman; Captain Marvel; Even men in black with Tessa Thompson). Idk, like honestly seeing any form of representation that’s not white and male makes me extra hype. 

[mimic-the-octopus]

#people that feel this way need to be the ones writing the stories 

(tag credit)

[witchytonks-blog]

I constantly BURST with happiness and pride over representation that isn't necessarily mine. Those amazing Black cosplayers showing off their fantasticness? Showing people that we (as a collective non-white people) have every right to be as nerdy as we fucking want to be. Black Girl Magic? Those girls ARE magic, so I want them to yell it from the rooftops. Crazy Rich Asians? Non-white people can SLAY romantic comedies, and people of various Asian ethnicities damn well deserve to be the ones shown to get their One. One Day at a Time? MY familia looks and acts and struggles and loves just like YOUR family, and bless that show for being the first time in my near 38 years of life that I see things that remind me of MY childhood and MY story.

When all this representation looks like my actual world? I win. Don't matter if I'm a cheerleader on the sidelines or a player in the game.

[witchytonks-blog]

“Do you not understand how awful this is? What I’ve done to you?” (lycanthropyprofessor)

( @lycanthropyprofessor )

Remus was Tonks’ first serious relationship. She had dated before Remus of course, but had never felt the connection that she felt with the older man. So, sometimes, she wondered whether it was the simple fact of inexperience in long-term relationships that caused her emotional whiplash so much. Or whether it was life with a man who had a sickness, or life with a man who had anxiety. None of them bothered Tonks in the slightest, either separately or together, but she did wonder. Habit of a woman too curious by half.

The answer was probably a combination of all three. Six months ago, after meeting Bill and Fleur’s new baby, Remus broke down with the weight of his guilt of never being able to give Tonks that. She could never have a family. She, of course, had made the decision that birthing a child was something she was willing to forego the moment she decided to be serious with him. Also, she reminded the ridiculous but cute-as-hell man, she had a family. In time, they could talk adoption and she was honestly happy with that. Did it suck a little? Sure. Generally speaking, most women had visions of being a mother. It was societally bred into them. It was only with life experience that their ideas of motherhood, or whether they genuinely wanted it, expanded. So, to a now 26-year-old Tonks, pregnancy kind of looked like an experience that also sucked a little. So the trade-off she chose seemed pretty even stevens to her.

Then three months ago, they had a huge scare – even the most careful people could have accidents – and she saw Remus freak out. While also freaked out, Tonks long ago learned that freaking out did very little in getting shit done. She expelled and washed up carefully, tried to get as much bodily fluid out of her as possible, then firmly and lovingly told Remus to get his shit together so that they could go to the hospital and she could get the quick test as well as the post-exposure medications to lower her chances of being infected. Her quick test came back clean, medications were diligently taken, and her second check-up test also returned with a clean bill. All was well in the weird little family of Potter-Lupin-Tonks.

Fast-forward to the now. Like clockwork, Tonks was in her doctor’s office for quarterly tests. And, like clockwork, the tests came back negative. Well. Most of them. One particular test, always run in the same batch as the others, came back positive. Color her shocked, though not unpleasantly so.

She bounced out of the office happily, if later than usual, and sprung the good news on Remus after he fretted about how long she took. But he definitely didn’t react in the way she thought he would. And she was currently staring at him with a decidedly ‘are you fucking kidding me?’ look. “…Are you fucking kidding me?” Let it never be said that Nymphadora Tonks was a difficult book to read.

“Not more than half a year ago, you were a right bloody mess over how you couldn’t do this and how you felt I was missing out. Here we find out that we’re pregnant and prognosis is good for mother and tiny alien creature at three months and you’re changing your mind?” Tonks knew what it meant. She knew that there would be more doctor’s appointments, more pokings and proddings because they not only had to keep an eye on her but also an eye on said alien-looking creature inside of her. But that was okay. Because as long as Mum was good, potential kid was good. At least according to her research into the subject.

“Do you not love me?” She asked with a small frown, quick-moving brain jumping to its own conclusions. “Have you been trying to break up with me and I’ve not seen the signs?”

[lycanthropyprofessor]

Remus was in a constant state of dread. It was how he lived his life, always had been, always would be. And when his partner, they’d not married or anything but she was as good as his for the long haul, got so close to sharing his fate a good two years and change into their relationship, it shook him to his core.

And if he was honest, he’d been shaky ever since, despite her negative tests and assurances that they were good. So when her quarterly happened and took much longer than normal, he was on high alert but now this.

Part of him was elated, over the moon. But a greater part of him was greeting guilt like an old friend. It was bad enough he was going to be leaving Harry behind but now another poor child who’d inevitably look like him and be a hurtful reminder to poor Tonks when he was cold in the ground.

He snapped out of it at her questions. “Don’t be stupid, of course I love you.”

[witchytonks-blog]

She reached out then, cupping the sides of his face and making him look right at her. "Then we will be all right." Tonks replied with quiet confidence.

"I love you. And we will make sure that me and the alien stay happy and healthy." With a smile, she stroked his cheek with one hand. "But I am going to need you in on this with me. I heard stress makes you get gray hair."

[witchytonks-blog]

“Do you not understand how awful this is? What I’ve done to you?” (lycanthropyprofessor)

( @lycanthropyprofessor )

Remus was Tonks’ first serious relationship. She had dated before Remus of course, but had never felt the connection that she felt with the older man. So, sometimes, she wondered whether it was the simple fact of inexperience in long-term relationships that caused her emotional whiplash so much. Or whether it was life with a man who had a sickness, or life with a man who had anxiety. None of them bothered Tonks in the slightest, either separately or together, but she did wonder. Habit of a woman too curious by half.

The answer was probably a combination of all three. Six months ago, after meeting Bill and Fleur’s new baby, Remus broke down with the weight of his guilt of never being able to give Tonks that. She could never have a family. She, of course, had made the decision that birthing a child was something she was willing to forego the moment she decided to be serious with him. Also, she reminded the ridiculous but cute-as-hell man, she had a family. In time, they could talk adoption and she was honestly happy with that. Did it suck a little? Sure. Generally speaking, most women had visions of being a mother. It was societally bred into them. It was only with life experience that their ideas of motherhood, or whether they genuinely wanted it, expanded. So, to a now 26-year-old Tonks, pregnancy kind of looked like an experience that also sucked a little. So the trade-off she chose seemed pretty even stevens to her.

Then three months ago, they had a huge scare – even the most careful people could have accidents – and she saw Remus freak out. While also freaked out, Tonks long ago learned that freaking out did very little in getting shit done. She expelled and washed up carefully, tried to get as much bodily fluid out of her as possible, then firmly and lovingly told Remus to get his shit together so that they could go to the hospital and she could get the quick test as well as the post-exposure medications to lower her chances of being infected. Her quick test came back clean, medications were diligently taken, and her second check-up test also returned with a clean bill. All was well in the weird little family of Potter-Lupin-Tonks.

Fast-forward to the now. Like clockwork, Tonks was in her doctor’s office for quarterly tests. And, like clockwork, the tests came back negative. Well. Most of them. One particular test, always run in the same batch as the others, came back positive. Color her shocked, though not unpleasantly so.

She bounced out of the office happily, if later than usual, and sprung the good news on Remus after he fretted about how long she took. But he definitely didn’t react in the way she thought he would. And she was currently staring at him with a decidedly ‘are you fucking kidding me?’ look. “…Are you fucking kidding me?” Let it never be said that Nymphadora Tonks was a difficult book to read.

"Not more than half a year ago, you were a right bloody mess over how you couldn’t do this and how you felt I was missing out. Here we find out that we’re pregnant and prognosis is good for mother and tiny alien creature at three months and you’re changing your mind?” Tonks knew what it meant. She knew that there would be more doctor’s appointments, more pokings and proddings because they not only had to keep an eye on her but also an eye on said alien-looking creature inside of her. But that was okay. Because as long as Mum was good, potential kid was good. At least according to her research into the subject.

"Do you not love me?” She asked with a small frown, quick-moving brain jumping to its own conclusions. “Have you been trying to break up with me and I’ve not seen the signs?”

[witchytonks-blog]

“Don’t make me fall in love with you.” (lycanthropyprofessor because damn it he’s definitely falling in love with Harry’s teacher)

( @lycanthropyprofessor )

Tonks’ curriculum wasn’t always necessarily by the book. It had all the required pieces and education in there, but often added little things that her parents had taught her but she didn’t necessarily remember being taught in school. Like the importance of having a trusted adult to go to for advice or help. And so, while perhaps the higher-ups may believe that it was a little too close for comfort, there were some children who she taught her phone number to. Kids that needed the extra help. Harry, who was slowly coming back around, had been one of those kids.

And while there had only been a literal few times in her admittedly short career (three years does not a tenure make) that kids had reached out, she was always glad when they did. One didn’t do so until two years later, 8 years old and afraid of the bullies that came after him. The other just last year and just wanted someone who would talk to her since her parents worked so much. And the third, Harry, just a few days ago.

Remus was sick and had to go to the hospital. He stated it matter-of-factly, and Tonks kept calm because of it, but gently pumped the boy for information. Where was he? Was he safe? What hospital? The sort of things that she was able to use to go to the right hospital on a late Friday afternoon.

It was Sunday night now, late though Tonks didn’t know the exact time, and she was sitting quietly with one headphone on and doing lesson plan work. The voice startled her, causing her to jump and her papers to fly along the floor, but she looked up sheepishly, hair bright red thanks to Harry’s help, and waved the statement off.

“Well, if you stopped flirting with me, it’d be easier wouldn’t it?” She joked while crouching to pick her things up.

[lycanthropyprofessor]

“Because you’re twenty-four, and I’m old enough to know better than to drag a nice young woman down with me.”

He’d nearly broken up with Sirius when he first got sick, he wasn’t about to go into a new relationship or even entertain the idea of it knowing he had a terminal illness.

“As lovely and tempting as you may be, I promise you’re much better off finding a man who’s more your age and less contagious. However glad I am to have you here.”

[witchytonks-blog]

She regarded the man for a long moment and then leaned in, gingerly poking his nose. “Maybe Persephone danced her way to the Underworld.”

Smiling crookedly, she sat back. “Besides, you’re a bit of forbidden fruit yourself, Mr. Lupin. Fairly sure dating a student’s parent is not recommended.” Not out entirely.. just not highly recommended.

“So we’re at an impasse aren’t we then? Maybe you should ask me out…purely for company…and we can figure out from there.”

[lycanthropyprofessor]

He raised an eyebrow at the proposition being presented to him. It was rather enticing, the idea of going out with company other than Harry.

“Alright, Nymphadora, we’ll get dinner. ‘Spose I owe you for sitting here and for looking out for Harry anyways.”

[witchytonks-blog]

“Nah. You don’t owe me anything.” Tonks looked very pleased with herself though, wrangling a dinner invite. “But I’m rather pleased with the company time anyway.”

“Is that going to be a thing, though?” She tried to summon a certain severity with the question, but was smiling way too much to make it even kind of believable. “You using my full name?”

[lycanthropyprofessor]

“I told you, I rather like your name. Now, I think you best be going. It’s late and don’t you have a bunch of six year olds to teach in the morning? I’ll be fine here alone, promise.” He gave her a bit of cheeky smile, he knew he was getting away with something using her name, and he sort of liked it.

[witchytonks-blog]

"Alas, I do. And tomorrow will likely be a hard day. Crying, temper tantrums, frustration..all over maths. I don't know how my students will soothe me." She grinned and gathered her things. Once standing, Tonks did lean in and kiss his cheek.

"Feel better. I'm holding you to dinner...even if it's cafeteria food." With a small wave, she headed out to let Remus rest.

[witchytonks-blog]

“Don’t make me fall in love with you.” (lycanthropyprofessor because damn it he’s definitely falling in love with Harry’s teacher)

( @lycanthropyprofessor )

Tonks’ curriculum wasn’t always necessarily by the book. It had all the required pieces and education in there, but often added little things that her parents had taught her but she didn’t necessarily remember being taught in school. Like the importance of having a trusted adult to go to for advice or help. And so, while perhaps the higher-ups may believe that it was a little too close for comfort, there were some children who she taught her phone number to. Kids that needed the extra help. Harry, who was slowly coming back around, had been one of those kids.

And while there had only been a literal few times in her admittedly short career (three years does not a tenure make) that kids had reached out, she was always glad when they did. One didn’t do so until two years later, 8 years old and afraid of the bullies that came after him. The other just last year and just wanted someone who would talk to her since her parents worked so much. And the third, Harry, just a few days ago.

Remus was sick and had to go to the hospital. He stated it matter-of-factly, and Tonks kept calm because of it, but gently pumped the boy for information. Where was he? Was he safe? What hospital? The sort of things that she was able to use to go to the right hospital on a late Friday afternoon.

It was Sunday night now, late though Tonks didn’t know the exact time, and she was sitting quietly with one headphone on and doing lesson plan work. The voice startled her, causing her to jump and her papers to fly along the floor, but she looked up sheepishly, hair bright red thanks to Harry’s help, and waved the statement off.

“Well, if you stopped flirting with me, it’d be easier wouldn’t it?” She joked while crouching to pick her things up.

[lycanthropyprofessor]

“Because you’re twenty-four, and I’m old enough to know better than to drag a nice young woman down with me.”

He’d nearly broken up with Sirius when he first got sick, he wasn’t about to go into a new relationship or even entertain the idea of it knowing he had a terminal illness.

“As lovely and tempting as you may be, I promise you’re much better off finding a man who’s more your age and less contagious. However glad I am to have you here.”

[witchytonks-blog]

She regarded the man for a long moment and then leaned in, gingerly poking his nose. “Maybe Persephone danced her way to the Underworld.”

Smiling crookedly, she sat back. “Besides, you’re a bit of forbidden fruit yourself, Mr. Lupin. Fairly sure dating a student’s parent is not recommended.” Not out entirely.. just not highly recommended.

“So we’re at an impasse aren’t we then? Maybe you should ask me out…purely for company…and we can figure out from there.”

[lycanthropyprofessor]

He raised an eyebrow at the proposition being presented to him. It was rather enticing, the idea of going out with company other than Harry.

“Alright, Nymphadora, we’ll get dinner. ‘Spose I owe you for sitting here and for looking out for Harry anyways.”

[witchytonks-blog]

"Nah. You don't owe me anything." Tonks looked very pleased with herself though, wrangling a dinner invite. "But I'm rather pleased with the company time anyway."

"Is that going to be a thing, though?" She tried to summon a certain severity with the question, but was smiling way too much to make it even kind of believable. "You using my full name?"

[witchytonks-blog]

“Don’t make me fall in love with you.” (lycanthropyprofessor because damn it he’s definitely falling in love with Harry’s teacher)

( @lycanthropyprofessor )

Tonks’ curriculum wasn’t always necessarily by the book. It had all the required pieces and education in there, but often added little things that her parents had taught her but she didn’t necessarily remember being taught in school. Like the importance of having a trusted adult to go to for advice or help. And so, while perhaps the higher-ups may believe that it was a little too close for comfort, there were some children who she taught her phone number to. Kids that needed the extra help. Harry, who was slowly coming back around, had been one of those kids.

And while there had only been a literal few times in her admittedly short career (three years does not a tenure make) that kids had reached out, she was always glad when they did. One didn’t do so until two years later, 8 years old and afraid of the bullies that came after him. The other just last year and just wanted someone who would talk to her since her parents worked so much. And the third, Harry, just a few days ago.

Remus was sick and had to go to the hospital. He stated it matter-of-factly, and Tonks kept calm because of it, but gently pumped the boy for information. Where was he? Was he safe? What hospital? The sort of things that she was able to use to go to the right hospital on a late Friday afternoon.

It was Sunday night now, late though Tonks didn’t know the exact time, and she was sitting quietly with one headphone on and doing lesson plan work. The voice startled her, causing her to jump and her papers to fly along the floor, but she looked up sheepishly, hair bright red thanks to Harry’s help, and waved the statement off.

“Well, if you stopped flirting with me, it’d be easier wouldn’t it?” She joked while crouching to pick her things up.

[lycanthropyprofessor]

“Because you’re twenty-four, and I’m old enough to know better than to drag a nice young woman down with me.”

He’d nearly broken up with Sirius when he first got sick, he wasn’t about to go into a new relationship or even entertain the idea of it knowing he had a terminal illness.

“As lovely and tempting as you may be, I promise you’re much better off finding a man who’s more your age and less contagious. However glad I am to have you here.”

[witchytonks-blog]

She regarded the man for a long moment and then leaned in, gingerly poking his nose. "Maybe Persephone danced her way to the Underworld."

Smiling crookedly, she sat back. "Besides, you're a bit of forbidden fruit yourself, Mr. Lupin. Fairly sure dating a student's parent is not recommended." Not out entirely.. just not highly recommended.

"So we're at an impasse aren't we then? Maybe you should ask me out...purely for company...and we can figure out from there."

[witchytonks-blog]

“Don’t make me fall in love with you.” (lycanthropyprofessor because damn it he’s definitely falling in love with Harry’s teacher)

( @lycanthropyprofessor )

Tonks’ curriculum wasn’t always necessarily by the book. It had all the required pieces and education in there, but often added little things that her parents had taught her but she didn’t necessarily remember being taught in school. Like the importance of having a trusted adult to go to for advice or help. And so, while perhaps the higher-ups may believe that it was a little too close for comfort, there were some children who she taught her phone number to. Kids that needed the extra help. Harry, who was slowly coming back around, had been one of those kids.

And while there had only been a literal few times in her admittedly short career (three years does not a tenure make) that kids had reached out, she was always glad when they did. One didn’t do so until two years later, 8 years old and afraid of the bullies that came after him. The other just last year and just wanted someone who would talk to her since her parents worked so much. And the third, Harry, just a few days ago.

Remus was sick and had to go to the hospital. He stated it matter-of-factly, and Tonks kept calm because of it, but gently pumped the boy for information. Where was he? Was he safe? What hospital? The sort of things that she was able to use to go to the right hospital on a late Friday afternoon.

It was Sunday night now, late though Tonks didn’t know the exact time, and she was sitting quietly with one headphone on and doing lesson plan work. The voice startled her, causing her to jump and her papers to fly along the floor, but she looked up sheepishly, hair bright red thanks to Harry’s help, and waved the statement off.

“Well, if you stopped flirting with me, it’d be easier wouldn’t it?” She joked while crouching to pick her things up.

[lycanthropyprofessor]

“It’d be easier to stop flirting if you weren’t keeping constant vigilance over me. I’m not about to die, this is just a cold that I shrugged off when I shouldn’t have.” He’d been flirting casually with her, sure, but up to Friday, his biggest secret had still been rather closely guarded.

“Honestly, I’m rather embarrassed Harry even called you, I already had child care arranged and help from friends. It makes me sound like I’m not prepared for emergencies. It’s not the first time I’ve been laid up here.”

[witchytonks-blog]

“Constant vigilance.” She repeated, grinning a little. “I rather like that, actually.” It was muttered to herself another time or two, this time with different tones, before lifting her eyebrows slightly. “But never, ever shrug off a cold when you have kids. I nearly didn’t pass my student teaching days because I wasn’t used to the onslaught of germs.”

She shrugged though, again sheepish. “He seemed to know the drill and I introduced myself to your friends when they picked him up. I think he just wanted to talk. I hung out with him and we puppy-dog eyed the cafeteria for ice cream while your friends got you properly checked in.”

And Tonks had learned, mostly on accident (now a technical grown-up still with the penchant for hearing what she shouldn’t), what was up. It was what it was though, and she had read enough over the years to know she had no reason to fear anything. Honestly, she was a bit amazed that he was still alive. Math had been done and she realised that he had probably been infected at a time when hardly anything was known. And during a time that the government didn’t exactly want to have much to do with the whole business.

“I just figured you might like to not wake up alone.” It would probably have been the first time he might have.

[lycanthropyprofessor]

“If I recall, Miss Tonks, this is above the job description for a teacher. It’s been a long time since I’ve been in a classroom but I don’t remember sitting with student’s sick parents being in the contract.”

He closed his eyes again, it was all so bloody exhausting. “But thank you, it was rather nice to not have to wake up alone. Molly and Arthur have Harry, yeah?”

[witchytonks-blog]

“Yeah well,” she grinned a little at that too. “Maybe I think hospital gowns dead sexy.”

“They do, and said they’ll get him off to school in the morning. Their son Ron is in another class.” She actually recognized the name from when she had been in school as well. “It was nice to meet them again actually. I had been friends with one of their older sons. Be nice to reconnect.”

[lycanthropyprofessor]

“Bill? Charlie? Please don’t tell me you’re young enough to have been friends with them, you’re just a babe! I’m sure you’ve got plenty to do that doesn’t involve hanging out in the hospital room or a sick old man.”

He wasn’t that old, mid-thirties wasn’t old. He felt it, though. He’d felt old since Uni. “And before you judge me, since I’m sure you know everything now. I didn’t get it how you think. My appendix had to get taken out, the blood they gave me was tainted. But I know people see a queer man and just assume.”

[witchytonks-blog]

Laughing, she rolled her eyes in good nature. “You will take the attention of a weird young thing and like it, Mr. Lupin.” She smirked before listening. And lifting her eyebrows.

“Does it really matter how you got it? It’s a fucked up disease either way, yeah?” A paused as she thought about it. “No one deserves it, full stop.”

[lycanthropyprofessor]

“Reckon you could tell NHS that? Some of the looks I used to get when Sirius was sitting in your chair.”

He scoffed. “Probably get worse looks now seeing as this young and odd woman is sitting at my bedside drawing up a lesson plan.”

He sat up with a bit of effort. He still had his wits about him even while being pumped full of IV antibiotics. “So, I feel, seeing as you now know so much about me, that I need to know a bit more about you, especially if we intend to keep flirting. Can’t call you Miss Tonks forever, now, can I? You must have a first name though it’s certainly not listed when I looked at the school.”

[witchytonks-blog]

“Right bastards, the lot of ‘em.” She meant it too, a small scowl appearing even at the thought of people being judged for shit like that. But the look shifted to cheeky for a moment as she chuckled. “Maybe they just think you’re quite dedicated to your son’s education.”

“I’m an open book!” Tonks chirped, interrupting him briefly. But that was before he asked her name. Maybe not that open. “That is for a reason. You work in an environment with twelve year olds and Nymphadora gets a lot of twelve year old jokes.”

“My parents have a penchant for fairy tale and mythological names. Kids have a penchant for figuring out that Nymphadora is an odd name.” She chuckled and shrugged. “I go by Dora mostly.”

[lycanthropyprofessor]

Remus couldn’t help the way his eyes danced a bit, lips curling up. “Nymphadora.” He repeated the name a couple of times to himself. It had a lovely sort of ring to it, a lilt almost.

“Nymphadora Tonks. That’s got to be one of the most beautiful names I’ve ever heard. Tell your parents they did a good job for me. It’s certainly original at any rate.”

[witchytonks-blog]

She tilted her head, watching as he committed the name to memory. It was weird, but she found herself not particularly minding when he said it. It actually sounded rather nice.

Nicer still if he murmured it in her ear.

But she shook her head just a bit and chuckled, both at herself and at him. “You’re only saying that for two reasons – one, you’re on drugs. Two, your parents and mine probably would get along. Do you have a brother named Romulus?” Teased with a bright smile.

[lycanthropyprofessor]

“Touché. And these are not the kind of drugs that mess with your brain, I’m perfectly sober right now, Nymphadora.” He stuck his tongue out at her playfully.

“As for a brother named Romulus? No. I’m an only child. Think my parents expected me to go by my initials, R. J. Lupin. But I actually quite like being different. It’s why my sixth form students enjoyed me, I think. Or at least humored me.”

[witchytonks-blog]

She actually giggled at the tongue being stuck out and stuck hers out in return. “Mm. I would double check on that Remus Lupin.”

Sitting back in her chair, papers placed on the small table nearby, Tonks lifted her eyebrows in interest. “How was it teaching sixth form? And I may know a thing or two of unorthodoxy.” Said with a flip of chin length hair.

[lycanthropyprofessor]

“The parents were awful for the most part but the students were wonderful. It’s how I met Arthur and Molly, their boy Percy was in my literature class the year I got let go, thought the school was bang out of order kicking me when I was already down. They were a massive help with Harry when he was much younger as well.”

He shook his head. “So how did you end up teaching, something to pass the time between moonlighting at the sick beds of hopeless romantics who are far too old for you?”

[witchytonks-blog]

“They fuckin– freaking – sacked you?” That was horrible. And completely wrong. “That’s gotta be discrimination, yeah?” Wasn’t it? But pieces started to fall into place as she thought about it. “Is that why both Harry and their Ron go to a school outside the neighborhoods?”

She rolled her eyes again, another smile appearing. “You’re not that old. And hopeless romantic, mm?”

But while she waited for that answer, Tonks opened up about why she went into teaching. “I was a curious kid. And I lucked out with parents who mostly encouraged that. Got exasperated, but encouraged. I wanted to do the same. Besides, I like kids. They get that I’m weird.”

[lycanthropyprofessor]

“It wasn’t worth my breath trying to fight it. But yeah, that’s why Harry and Ron both go a bit out of the way from home. Certainly wasn’t about to skulk around there anymore.”

Honestly, Remus has gotten over being sacked a long time ago. What was the point of staying around when he wasn’t wanted?

“Older than you, by least a decade, I reckon. You’re what, twenty six? Innit that how old Bill is?”

[witchytonks-blog]

"You sit back and take too much." Tonks wasn't exactly fight-fight-fight but she definitely had a tendency to stand up and shout when she thought something was wrong. But she was feisty like that or something.

As for her age, she looked amused. "Did I say Arthur's sons? I meant Arthur himself. I'm 45." And she had a bridge to sell if he believed her. Tonks paused for a moment before chuckling. "24. Charlie." Who was two years and a bit of change younger. "You're 36 then? Not so old at all."

"Though you did distinctly ignore my inquiring prying into this hopeless romantic thing."

[witchytonks-blog]

“Don’t make me fall in love with you.” (lycanthropyprofessor because damn it he’s definitely falling in love with Harry’s teacher)

( @lycanthropyprofessor )

Tonks’ curriculum wasn’t always necessarily by the book. It had all the required pieces and education in there, but often added little things that her parents had taught her but she didn’t necessarily remember being taught in school. Like the importance of having a trusted adult to go to for advice or help. And so, while perhaps the higher-ups may believe that it was a little too close for comfort, there were some children who she taught her phone number to. Kids that needed the extra help. Harry, who was slowly coming back around, had been one of those kids.

And while there had only been a literal few times in her admittedly short career (three years does not a tenure make) that kids had reached out, she was always glad when they did. One didn’t do so until two years later, 8 years old and afraid of the bullies that came after him. The other just last year and just wanted someone who would talk to her since her parents worked so much. And the third, Harry, just a few days ago.

Remus was sick and had to go to the hospital. He stated it matter-of-factly, and Tonks kept calm because of it, but gently pumped the boy for information. Where was he? Was he safe? What hospital? The sort of things that she was able to use to go to the right hospital on a late Friday afternoon.

It was Sunday night now, late though Tonks didn’t know the exact time, and she was sitting quietly with one headphone on and doing lesson plan work. The voice startled her, causing her to jump and her papers to fly along the floor, but she looked up sheepishly, hair bright red thanks to Harry’s help, and waved the statement off.

“Well, if you stopped flirting with me, it’d be easier wouldn’t it?” She joked while crouching to pick her things up.

[lycanthropyprofessor]

“It’d be easier to stop flirting if you weren’t keeping constant vigilance over me. I’m not about to die, this is just a cold that I shrugged off when I shouldn’t have.” He’d been flirting casually with her, sure, but up to Friday, his biggest secret had still been rather closely guarded.

“Honestly, I’m rather embarrassed Harry even called you, I already had child care arranged and help from friends. It makes me sound like I’m not prepared for emergencies. It’s not the first time I’ve been laid up here.”

[witchytonks-blog]

“Constant vigilance.” She repeated, grinning a little. “I rather like that, actually.” It was muttered to herself another time or two, this time with different tones, before lifting her eyebrows slightly. “But never, ever shrug off a cold when you have kids. I nearly didn’t pass my student teaching days because I wasn’t used to the onslaught of germs.”

She shrugged though, again sheepish. “He seemed to know the drill and I introduced myself to your friends when they picked him up. I think he just wanted to talk. I hung out with him and we puppy-dog eyed the cafeteria for ice cream while your friends got you properly checked in.”

And Tonks had learned, mostly on accident (now a technical grown-up still with the penchant for hearing what she shouldn’t), what was up. It was what it was though, and she had read enough over the years to know she had no reason to fear anything. Honestly, she was a bit amazed that he was still alive. Math had been done and she realised that he had probably been infected at a time when hardly anything was known. And during a time that the government didn’t exactly want to have much to do with the whole business.

“I just figured you might like to not wake up alone.” It would probably have been the first time he might have.

[lycanthropyprofessor]

“If I recall, Miss Tonks, this is above the job description for a teacher. It’s been a long time since I’ve been in a classroom but I don’t remember sitting with student’s sick parents being in the contract.”

He closed his eyes again, it was all so bloody exhausting. “But thank you, it was rather nice to not have to wake up alone. Molly and Arthur have Harry, yeah?”

[witchytonks-blog]

“Yeah well,” she grinned a little at that too. “Maybe I think hospital gowns dead sexy.”

“They do, and said they’ll get him off to school in the morning. Their son Ron is in another class.” She actually recognized the name from when she had been in school as well. “It was nice to meet them again actually. I had been friends with one of their older sons. Be nice to reconnect.”

[lycanthropyprofessor]

“Bill? Charlie? Please don’t tell me you’re young enough to have been friends with them, you’re just a babe! I’m sure you’ve got plenty to do that doesn’t involve hanging out in the hospital room or a sick old man.”

He wasn’t that old, mid-thirties wasn’t old. He felt it, though. He’d felt old since Uni. “And before you judge me, since I’m sure you know everything now. I didn’t get it how you think. My appendix had to get taken out, the blood they gave me was tainted. But I know people see a queer man and just assume.”

[witchytonks-blog]

Laughing, she rolled her eyes in good nature. “You will take the attention of a weird young thing and like it, Mr. Lupin.” She smirked before listening. And lifting her eyebrows.

“Does it really matter how you got it? It’s a fucked up disease either way, yeah?” A paused as she thought about it. “No one deserves it, full stop.”

[lycanthropyprofessor]

“Reckon you could tell NHS that? Some of the looks I used to get when Sirius was sitting in your chair.”

He scoffed. “Probably get worse looks now seeing as this young and odd woman is sitting at my bedside drawing up a lesson plan.”

He sat up with a bit of effort. He still had his wits about him even while being pumped full of IV antibiotics. “So, I feel, seeing as you now know so much about me, that I need to know a bit more about you, especially if we intend to keep flirting. Can’t call you Miss Tonks forever, now, can I? You must have a first name though it’s certainly not listed when I looked at the school.”

[witchytonks-blog]

“Right bastards, the lot of ‘em.” She meant it too, a small scowl appearing even at the thought of people being judged for shit like that. But the look shifted to cheeky for a moment as she chuckled. “Maybe they just think you’re quite dedicated to your son’s education.”

“I’m an open book!” Tonks chirped, interrupting him briefly. But that was before he asked her name. Maybe not that open. “That is for a reason. You work in an environment with twelve year olds and Nymphadora gets a lot of twelve year old jokes.”

“My parents have a penchant for fairy tale and mythological names. Kids have a penchant for figuring out that Nymphadora is an odd name.” She chuckled and shrugged. “I go by Dora mostly.”

[lycanthropyprofessor]

Remus couldn’t help the way his eyes danced a bit, lips curling up. “Nymphadora.” He repeated the name a couple of times to himself. It had a lovely sort of ring to it, a lilt almost.

“Nymphadora Tonks. That’s got to be one of the most beautiful names I’ve ever heard. Tell your parents they did a good job for me. It’s certainly original at any rate.”

[witchytonks-blog]

She tilted her head, watching as he committed the name to memory. It was weird, but she found herself not particularly minding when he said it. It actually sounded rather nice.

Nicer still if he murmured it in her ear.

But she shook her head just a bit and chuckled, both at herself and at him. “You’re only saying that for two reasons – one, you’re on drugs. Two, your parents and mine probably would get along. Do you have a brother named Romulus?” Teased with a bright smile.

[lycanthropyprofessor]

“Touché. And these are not the kind of drugs that mess with your brain, I’m perfectly sober right now, Nymphadora.” He stuck his tongue out at her playfully.

“As for a brother named Romulus? No. I’m an only child. Think my parents expected me to go by my initials, R. J. Lupin. But I actually quite like being different. It’s why my sixth form students enjoyed me, I think. Or at least humored me.”

[witchytonks-blog]

She actually giggled at the tongue being stuck out and stuck hers out in return. “Mm. I would double check on that Remus Lupin.”

Sitting back in her chair, papers placed on the small table nearby, Tonks lifted her eyebrows in interest. “How was it teaching sixth form? And I may know a thing or two of unorthodoxy.” Said with a flip of chin length hair.

[lycanthropyprofessor]

“The parents were awful for the most part but the students were wonderful. It’s how I met Arthur and Molly, their boy Percy was in my literature class the year I got let go, thought the school was bang out of order kicking me when I was already down. They were a massive help with Harry when he was much younger as well.”

He shook his head. “So how did you end up teaching, something to pass the time between moonlighting at the sick beds of hopeless romantics who are far too old for you?”

[witchytonks-blog]

"They fuckin-- freaking -- sacked you?" That was horrible. And completely wrong. "That's gotta be discrimination, yeah?" Wasn't it? But pieces started to fall into place as she thought about it. "Is that why both Harry and their Ron go to a school outside the neighborhoods?"

She rolled her eyes again, another smile appearing. "You're not that old. And hopeless romantic, mm?"

But while she waited for that answer, Tonks opened up about why she went into teaching. "I was a curious kid. And I lucked out with parents who mostly encouraged that. Got exasperated, but encouraged. I wanted to do the same. Besides, I like kids. They get that I'm weird."

[witchytonks-blog]

“Don’t make me fall in love with you.” (lycanthropyprofessor because damn it he’s definitely falling in love with Harry’s teacher)

( @lycanthropyprofessor )

Tonks’ curriculum wasn’t always necessarily by the book. It had all the required pieces and education in there, but often added little things that her parents had taught her but she didn’t necessarily remember being taught in school. Like the importance of having a trusted adult to go to for advice or help. And so, while perhaps the higher-ups may believe that it was a little too close for comfort, there were some children who she taught her phone number to. Kids that needed the extra help. Harry, who was slowly coming back around, had been one of those kids.

And while there had only been a literal few times in her admittedly short career (three years does not a tenure make) that kids had reached out, she was always glad when they did. One didn’t do so until two years later, 8 years old and afraid of the bullies that came after him. The other just last year and just wanted someone who would talk to her since her parents worked so much. And the third, Harry, just a few days ago.

Remus was sick and had to go to the hospital. He stated it matter-of-factly, and Tonks kept calm because of it, but gently pumped the boy for information. Where was he? Was he safe? What hospital? The sort of things that she was able to use to go to the right hospital on a late Friday afternoon.

It was Sunday night now, late though Tonks didn’t know the exact time, and she was sitting quietly with one headphone on and doing lesson plan work. The voice startled her, causing her to jump and her papers to fly along the floor, but she looked up sheepishly, hair bright red thanks to Harry’s help, and waved the statement off.

“Well, if you stopped flirting with me, it’d be easier wouldn’t it?” She joked while crouching to pick her things up.

[lycanthropyprofessor]

“It’d be easier to stop flirting if you weren’t keeping constant vigilance over me. I’m not about to die, this is just a cold that I shrugged off when I shouldn’t have.” He’d been flirting casually with her, sure, but up to Friday, his biggest secret had still been rather closely guarded.

“Honestly, I’m rather embarrassed Harry even called you, I already had child care arranged and help from friends. It makes me sound like I’m not prepared for emergencies. It’s not the first time I’ve been laid up here.”

[witchytonks-blog]

“Constant vigilance.” She repeated, grinning a little. “I rather like that, actually.” It was muttered to herself another time or two, this time with different tones, before lifting her eyebrows slightly. “But never, ever shrug off a cold when you have kids. I nearly didn’t pass my student teaching days because I wasn’t used to the onslaught of germs.”

She shrugged though, again sheepish. “He seemed to know the drill and I introduced myself to your friends when they picked him up. I think he just wanted to talk. I hung out with him and we puppy-dog eyed the cafeteria for ice cream while your friends got you properly checked in.”

And Tonks had learned, mostly on accident (now a technical grown-up still with the penchant for hearing what she shouldn’t), what was up. It was what it was though, and she had read enough over the years to know she had no reason to fear anything. Honestly, she was a bit amazed that he was still alive. Math had been done and she realised that he had probably been infected at a time when hardly anything was known. And during a time that the government didn’t exactly want to have much to do with the whole business.

“I just figured you might like to not wake up alone.” It would probably have been the first time he might have.

[lycanthropyprofessor]

“If I recall, Miss Tonks, this is above the job description for a teacher. It’s been a long time since I’ve been in a classroom but I don’t remember sitting with student’s sick parents being in the contract.”

He closed his eyes again, it was all so bloody exhausting. “But thank you, it was rather nice to not have to wake up alone. Molly and Arthur have Harry, yeah?”

[witchytonks-blog]

“Yeah well,” she grinned a little at that too. “Maybe I think hospital gowns dead sexy.”

“They do, and said they’ll get him off to school in the morning. Their son Ron is in another class.” She actually recognized the name from when she had been in school as well. “It was nice to meet them again actually. I had been friends with one of their older sons. Be nice to reconnect.”

[lycanthropyprofessor]

“Bill? Charlie? Please don’t tell me you’re young enough to have been friends with them, you’re just a babe! I’m sure you’ve got plenty to do that doesn’t involve hanging out in the hospital room or a sick old man.”

He wasn’t that old, mid-thirties wasn’t old. He felt it, though. He’d felt old since Uni. “And before you judge me, since I’m sure you know everything now. I didn’t get it how you think. My appendix had to get taken out, the blood they gave me was tainted. But I know people see a queer man and just assume.”

[witchytonks-blog]

Laughing, she rolled her eyes in good nature. “You will take the attention of a weird young thing and like it, Mr. Lupin.” She smirked before listening. And lifting her eyebrows.

“Does it really matter how you got it? It’s a fucked up disease either way, yeah?” A paused as she thought about it. “No one deserves it, full stop.”

[lycanthropyprofessor]

“Reckon you could tell NHS that? Some of the looks I used to get when Sirius was sitting in your chair.”

He scoffed. “Probably get worse looks now seeing as this young and odd woman is sitting at my bedside drawing up a lesson plan.”

He sat up with a bit of effort. He still had his wits about him even while being pumped full of IV antibiotics. “So, I feel, seeing as you now know so much about me, that I need to know a bit more about you, especially if we intend to keep flirting. Can’t call you Miss Tonks forever, now, can I? You must have a first name though it’s certainly not listed when I looked at the school.”

[witchytonks-blog]

“Right bastards, the lot of ‘em.” She meant it too, a small scowl appearing even at the thought of people being judged for shit like that. But the look shifted to cheeky for a moment as she chuckled. “Maybe they just think you’re quite dedicated to your son’s education.”

“I’m an open book!” Tonks chirped, interrupting him briefly. But that was before he asked her name. Maybe not that open. “That is for a reason. You work in an environment with twelve year olds and Nymphadora gets a lot of twelve year old jokes.”

“My parents have a penchant for fairy tale and mythological names. Kids have a penchant for figuring out that Nymphadora is an odd name.” She chuckled and shrugged. “I go by Dora mostly.”

[lycanthropyprofessor]

Remus couldn’t help the way his eyes danced a bit, lips curling up. “Nymphadora.” He repeated the name a couple of times to himself. It had a lovely sort of ring to it, a lilt almost.

“Nymphadora Tonks. That’s got to be one of the most beautiful names I’ve ever heard. Tell your parents they did a good job for me. It’s certainly original at any rate.”

[witchytonks-blog]

She tilted her head, watching as he committed the name to memory. It was weird, but she found herself not particularly minding when he said it. It actually sounded rather nice.

Nicer still if he murmured it in her ear.

But she shook her head just a bit and chuckled, both at herself and at him. “You’re only saying that for two reasons – one, you’re on drugs. Two, your parents and mine probably would get along. Do you have a brother named Romulus?” Teased with a bright smile.

[lycanthropyprofessor]

“Touché. And these are not the kind of drugs that mess with your brain, I’m perfectly sober right now, Nymphadora.” He stuck his tongue out at her playfully.

“As for a brother named Romulus? No. I’m an only child. Think my parents expected me to go by my initials, R. J. Lupin. But I actually quite like being different. It’s why my sixth form students enjoyed me, I think. Or at least humored me.”

[witchytonks-blog]

She actually giggled at the tongue being stuck out and stuck hers out in return. "Mm. I would double check on that Remus Lupin."

Sitting back in her chair, papers placed on the small table nearby, Tonks lifted her eyebrows in interest. "How was it teaching sixth form? And I may know a thing or two of unorthodoxy." Said with a flip of chin length hair.

[witchytonks-blog]

“Don’t make me fall in love with you.” (lycanthropyprofessor because damn it he’s definitely falling in love with Harry’s teacher)

( @lycanthropyprofessor )

Tonks’ curriculum wasn’t always necessarily by the book. It had all the required pieces and education in there, but often added little things that her parents had taught her but she didn’t necessarily remember being taught in school. Like the importance of having a trusted adult to go to for advice or help. And so, while perhaps the higher-ups may believe that it was a little too close for comfort, there were some children who she taught her phone number to. Kids that needed the extra help. Harry, who was slowly coming back around, had been one of those kids.

And while there had only been a literal few times in her admittedly short career (three years does not a tenure make) that kids had reached out, she was always glad when they did. One didn’t do so until two years later, 8 years old and afraid of the bullies that came after him. The other just last year and just wanted someone who would talk to her since her parents worked so much. And the third, Harry, just a few days ago.

Remus was sick and had to go to the hospital. He stated it matter-of-factly, and Tonks kept calm because of it, but gently pumped the boy for information. Where was he? Was he safe? What hospital? The sort of things that she was able to use to go to the right hospital on a late Friday afternoon.

It was Sunday night now, late though Tonks didn’t know the exact time, and she was sitting quietly with one headphone on and doing lesson plan work. The voice startled her, causing her to jump and her papers to fly along the floor, but she looked up sheepishly, hair bright red thanks to Harry’s help, and waved the statement off.

“Well, if you stopped flirting with me, it’d be easier wouldn’t it?” She joked while crouching to pick her things up.

[lycanthropyprofessor]

“It’d be easier to stop flirting if you weren’t keeping constant vigilance over me. I’m not about to die, this is just a cold that I shrugged off when I shouldn’t have.” He’d been flirting casually with her, sure, but up to Friday, his biggest secret had still been rather closely guarded.

“Honestly, I’m rather embarrassed Harry even called you, I already had child care arranged and help from friends. It makes me sound like I’m not prepared for emergencies. It’s not the first time I’ve been laid up here.”

[witchytonks-blog]

“Constant vigilance.” She repeated, grinning a little. “I rather like that, actually.” It was muttered to herself another time or two, this time with different tones, before lifting her eyebrows slightly. “But never, ever shrug off a cold when you have kids. I nearly didn’t pass my student teaching days because I wasn’t used to the onslaught of germs.”

She shrugged though, again sheepish. “He seemed to know the drill and I introduced myself to your friends when they picked him up. I think he just wanted to talk. I hung out with him and we puppy-dog eyed the cafeteria for ice cream while your friends got you properly checked in.”

And Tonks had learned, mostly on accident (now a technical grown-up still with the penchant for hearing what she shouldn’t), what was up. It was what it was though, and she had read enough over the years to know she had no reason to fear anything. Honestly, she was a bit amazed that he was still alive. Math had been done and she realised that he had probably been infected at a time when hardly anything was known. And during a time that the government didn’t exactly want to have much to do with the whole business.

“I just figured you might like to not wake up alone.” It would probably have been the first time he might have.

[lycanthropyprofessor]

“If I recall, Miss Tonks, this is above the job description for a teacher. It’s been a long time since I’ve been in a classroom but I don’t remember sitting with student’s sick parents being in the contract.”

He closed his eyes again, it was all so bloody exhausting. “But thank you, it was rather nice to not have to wake up alone. Molly and Arthur have Harry, yeah?”

[witchytonks-blog]

“Yeah well,” she grinned a little at that too. “Maybe I think hospital gowns dead sexy.”

“They do, and said they’ll get him off to school in the morning. Their son Ron is in another class.” She actually recognized the name from when she had been in school as well. “It was nice to meet them again actually. I had been friends with one of their older sons. Be nice to reconnect.”

[lycanthropyprofessor]

“Bill? Charlie? Please don’t tell me you’re young enough to have been friends with them, you’re just a babe! I’m sure you’ve got plenty to do that doesn’t involve hanging out in the hospital room or a sick old man.”

He wasn’t that old, mid-thirties wasn’t old. He felt it, though. He’d felt old since Uni. “And before you judge me, since I’m sure you know everything now. I didn’t get it how you think. My appendix had to get taken out, the blood they gave me was tainted. But I know people see a queer man and just assume.”

[witchytonks-blog]

Laughing, she rolled her eyes in good nature. “You will take the attention of a weird young thing and like it, Mr. Lupin.” She smirked before listening. And lifting her eyebrows.

“Does it really matter how you got it? It’s a fucked up disease either way, yeah?” A paused as she thought about it. “No one deserves it, full stop.”

[lycanthropyprofessor]

“Reckon you could tell NHS that? Some of the looks I used to get when Sirius was sitting in your chair.”

He scoffed. “Probably get worse looks now seeing as this young and odd woman is sitting at my bedside drawing up a lesson plan.”

He sat up with a bit of effort. He still had his wits about him even while being pumped full of IV antibiotics. “So, I feel, seeing as you now know so much about me, that I need to know a bit more about you, especially if we intend to keep flirting. Can’t call you Miss Tonks forever, now, can I? You must have a first name though it’s certainly not listed when I looked at the school.”

[witchytonks-blog]

“Right bastards, the lot of ‘em.” She meant it too, a small scowl appearing even at the thought of people being judged for shit like that. But the look shifted to cheeky for a moment as she chuckled. “Maybe they just think you’re quite dedicated to your son’s education.”

“I’m an open book!” Tonks chirped, interrupting him briefly. But that was before he asked her name. Maybe not that open. “That is for a reason. You work in an environment with twelve year olds and Nymphadora gets a lot of twelve year old jokes.”

“My parents have a penchant for fairy tale and mythological names. Kids have a penchant for figuring out that Nymphadora is an odd name.” She chuckled and shrugged. “I go by Dora mostly.”

[lycanthropyprofessor]

Remus couldn’t help the way his eyes danced a bit, lips curling up. “Nymphadora.” He repeated the name a couple of times to himself. It had a lovely sort of ring to it, a lilt almost.

“Nymphadora Tonks. That’s got to be one of the most beautiful names I’ve ever heard. Tell your parents they did a good job for me. It’s certainly original at any rate.”

[witchytonks-blog]

She tilted her head, watching as he committed the name to memory. It was weird, but she found herself not particularly minding when he said it. It actually sounded rather nice.

Nicer still if he murmured it in her ear.

But she shook her head just a bit and chuckled, both at herself and at him. "You're only saying that for two reasons -- one, you're on drugs. Two, your parents and mine probably would get along. Do you have a brother named Romulus?" Teased with a bright smile.

[witchytonks-blog]

“Don’t make me fall in love with you.” (lycanthropyprofessor because damn it he’s definitely falling in love with Harry’s teacher)

( @lycanthropyprofessor )

Tonks’ curriculum wasn’t always necessarily by the book. It had all the required pieces and education in there, but often added little things that her parents had taught her but she didn’t necessarily remember being taught in school. Like the importance of having a trusted adult to go to for advice or help. And so, while perhaps the higher-ups may believe that it was a little too close for comfort, there were some children who she taught her phone number to. Kids that needed the extra help. Harry, who was slowly coming back around, had been one of those kids.

And while there had only been a literal few times in her admittedly short career (three years does not a tenure make) that kids had reached out, she was always glad when they did. One didn’t do so until two years later, 8 years old and afraid of the bullies that came after him. The other just last year and just wanted someone who would talk to her since her parents worked so much. And the third, Harry, just a few days ago.

Remus was sick and had to go to the hospital. He stated it matter-of-factly, and Tonks kept calm because of it, but gently pumped the boy for information. Where was he? Was he safe? What hospital? The sort of things that she was able to use to go to the right hospital on a late Friday afternoon.

It was Sunday night now, late though Tonks didn’t know the exact time, and she was sitting quietly with one headphone on and doing lesson plan work. The voice startled her, causing her to jump and her papers to fly along the floor, but she looked up sheepishly, hair bright red thanks to Harry’s help, and waved the statement off.

“Well, if you stopped flirting with me, it’d be easier wouldn’t it?” She joked while crouching to pick her things up.

[lycanthropyprofessor]

“It’d be easier to stop flirting if you weren’t keeping constant vigilance over me. I’m not about to die, this is just a cold that I shrugged off when I shouldn’t have.” He’d been flirting casually with her, sure, but up to Friday, his biggest secret had still been rather closely guarded.

“Honestly, I’m rather embarrassed Harry even called you, I already had child care arranged and help from friends. It makes me sound like I’m not prepared for emergencies. It’s not the first time I’ve been laid up here.”

[witchytonks-blog]

“Constant vigilance.” She repeated, grinning a little. “I rather like that, actually.” It was muttered to herself another time or two, this time with different tones, before lifting her eyebrows slightly. “But never, ever shrug off a cold when you have kids. I nearly didn’t pass my student teaching days because I wasn’t used to the onslaught of germs.”

She shrugged though, again sheepish. “He seemed to know the drill and I introduced myself to your friends when they picked him up. I think he just wanted to talk. I hung out with him and we puppy-dog eyed the cafeteria for ice cream while your friends got you properly checked in.”

And Tonks had learned, mostly on accident (now a technical grown-up still with the penchant for hearing what she shouldn’t), what was up. It was what it was though, and she had read enough over the years to know she had no reason to fear anything. Honestly, she was a bit amazed that he was still alive. Math had been done and she realised that he had probably been infected at a time when hardly anything was known. And during a time that the government didn’t exactly want to have much to do with the whole business.

“I just figured you might like to not wake up alone.” It would probably have been the first time he might have.

[lycanthropyprofessor]

“If I recall, Miss Tonks, this is above the job description for a teacher. It’s been a long time since I’ve been in a classroom but I don’t remember sitting with student’s sick parents being in the contract.”

He closed his eyes again, it was all so bloody exhausting. “But thank you, it was rather nice to not have to wake up alone. Molly and Arthur have Harry, yeah?”

[witchytonks-blog]

“Yeah well,” she grinned a little at that too. “Maybe I think hospital gowns dead sexy.”

“They do, and said they’ll get him off to school in the morning. Their son Ron is in another class.” She actually recognized the name from when she had been in school as well. “It was nice to meet them again actually. I had been friends with one of their older sons. Be nice to reconnect.”

[lycanthropyprofessor]

“Bill? Charlie? Please don’t tell me you’re young enough to have been friends with them, you’re just a babe! I’m sure you’ve got plenty to do that doesn’t involve hanging out in the hospital room or a sick old man.”

He wasn’t that old, mid-thirties wasn’t old. He felt it, though. He’d felt old since Uni. “And before you judge me, since I’m sure you know everything now. I didn’t get it how you think. My appendix had to get taken out, the blood they gave me was tainted. But I know people see a queer man and just assume.”

[witchytonks-blog]

Laughing, she rolled her eyes in good nature. “You will take the attention of a weird young thing and like it, Mr. Lupin.” She smirked before listening. And lifting her eyebrows.

“Does it really matter how you got it? It’s a fucked up disease either way, yeah?” A paused as she thought about it. “No one deserves it, full stop.”

[lycanthropyprofessor]

“Reckon you could tell NHS that? Some of the looks I used to get when Sirius was sitting in your chair.”

He scoffed. “Probably get worse looks now seeing as this young and odd woman is sitting at my bedside drawing up a lesson plan.”

He sat up with a bit of effort. He still had his wits about him even while being pumped full of IV antibiotics. “So, I feel, seeing as you now know so much about me, that I need to know a bit more about you, especially if we intend to keep flirting. Can’t call you Miss Tonks forever, now, can I? You must have a first name though it’s certainly not listed when I looked at the school.”

[witchytonks-blog]

"Right bastards, the lot of 'em." She meant it too, a small scowl appearing even at the thought of people being judged for shit like that. But the look shifted to cheeky for a moment as she chuckled. "Maybe they just think you're quite dedicated to your son's education."

"I'm an open book!" Tonks chirped, interrupting him briefly. But that was before he asked her name. Maybe not that open. "That is for a reason. You work in an environment with twelve year olds and Nymphadora gets a lot of twelve year old jokes."

"My parents have a penchant for fairy tale and mythological names. Kids have a penchant for figuring out that Nymphadora is an odd name." She chuckled and shrugged. "I go by Dora mostly."