we are a low word count, any level of experience rp set in harry's 3rd year at hogwarts. students and adults alike are welcome! given we are set fairly early in the series, everything that happens from this point on will be up to us! perhaps sirius black will be cleared and peter arrested, or perhaps something darker lurks in the shadows...
Post by Nymphadora Tonks on Jun 29, 2018 20:19:50 GMT
never asked for no one's philosophy; it's obvious i'm proud of me
She rose a brow. Placed in the same year as Harry Potter? Dumbledore really had a funny way of manipulating people without them knowing it. It just seemed all to... convenient. This added to her suspicion of why he would have Sirius' last living best friend and her, here as well. Being bold, she decided to voice her... theory.
"Given that, do you think that this may be part of something Dumbledore is planning? Like, not even just Sirius Black being loose, but some bigger picture that he's got details for. It's almost like a game of chess, and for Dumbledore, we are all pieces that he's using. I'm not saying this in a bad way, but it just seems like he's planning for something... larger."
She chuckled at him and shook her head.
"Well, I did ask," she replied, shrugging. His sister seemed to be a big part of his life and it was a common subject between them at the moment and she was just trying to make small talk. "It just seemed to be sitting heavy on your mind, probably felt good to talk about it, at least?"
She gave him a grin, not noticing the pounding of her heart at the moment.
Dumbledore had shown such great trust in him, considering what he was, it was more than anyone else alive had done for him. Even James and Lily didn’t trust him to be the Secret Keeper for them and chose Sirius to be the Secret Keeper, a fatal mistake that caused all of this. Because he wasn’t trusted enough. And yet, here Dumbledore was, not blaming him for what happened, trusting him to be around all of these students and teach them while also not helping someone he used to be friends with. Or perhaps he thought he would lead Dumbledore to Sirius – but he had a feeling that wasn’t it.
“I know what you mean. Whatever it is that he is planning… it has to be important. I trust Dumbledore with my life.” He’d even trust his sister’s life to Dumbledore if it came down to it – that was how much he trusted Dumbledore. But he didn’t think little things like who she dated would be part of it. Perhaps he was even wanting him here to stop the relationship as it was – who knew? No matter what they did they had to trust Dumbledore’s wisdom but at the same time do what they were expected so it didn’t mess with that plan.
Remus just chuckled and shook his head walking by her again, so they weren’t wasting time during the search. “I know, I know. It’s just… James and Lily and Peter, they’d kill me for this. A lovely girl, at night, in the corridors of Hogwarts? They’d get the wrong idea and tell me to stop talking about myself and ask more about you.”
Post by Nymphadora Tonks on Jun 29, 2018 21:22:55 GMT
never asked for no one's philosophy; it's obvious i'm proud of me
Hearing him saying he trusted Dumbledore with his life, yet he couldn't trust his own sister, honestly bothered her a little bit, but again, she had a feeling there was more to the story than he was letting on, so she didn't remark on that at all. She felt her face heat up at the compliment of 'lovely girl' and looked at him out of the corner of her eye. Was he realizing that he was flirting? Or is this something that came unconsciously? Or, if Rose as smooth-talking as he was, who got it from who? She giggled at him, and the thought of it, shaking her head.
"I suppose anyone would get the wrong idea, catching two people at night in the corridors of Hogwarts. Must be up to something, indeed."
Remus had no idea he was flirting with her, he was just saying what was coming naturally to him. He had a boyish smile on his face and he looked over at her while she was talking and saw the blush again. He wondered if it was hot in here, but Remus didn’t feel uncomfortable. Looking at her a little worried, he stopped in front of her with a curious look.
“I suppose so. Tonks,” He remembered there was that one thing the little Nymphadora had told Sirius before everything went to shit and it was about her name, so he knew what to call her at least not to make her upset at him for it. “Are you feeling alright? You’re a little red.” He reached out to feel her forehead for a temperature, of course if she left him.
Post by Nymphadora Tonks on Jun 29, 2018 21:55:43 GMT
never asked for no one's philosophy; it's obvious i'm proud of me
And she quickly stepped away from him and his reaching hand because, nope. She was sure that if there was any sort of physical contact, it would pull her down a rabbit hole that she was not sure if she wanted to go down at this very moment in time.
"I'm fine, Remus, fine." oh god she has said his name and her stomach clenched. Damn butterflies! What are you Tonks, sixteen again? It's not like this is being at school again, and crushing over the really cute older classmate... again.
Except they were in school and he was older and- Tonks, stop. Right. There.
Despite her inner turmoil, she smiled at him, biting her bottom lip just slightly. "Sorry, yes. I'm fine. What were you saying?"
Did Dumbledore tell her? Did she know? Remus looked at her with a look mixed with surprise and sadness. It would make sense given her reaction to him being concerned over her well-being. Of course, that’s what it was – somehow, she had found out. He glanced over at the moon, standing still in front of her in the corridor. It wasn’t a full one, and it was waning, meaning he had a long time until the next moon. But even still, he found himself looking to it now trying to quell the sadness and then he quickly looked down at the ground and found himself laughing dryly.
“Sorry, I understand, it’s alright,” He replied his tone seeming a bit muted. What was he thinking? Even if she was feeling under the weather, who would want someone like him touching them? He quickly backed away and went back to her side, keeping his distance and walking once more down the corridor.
“I don’t remember to be perfectly honest. Something about my sister?” It better not be what he just thought of, for just a split second he thought perhaps Tonks was so interested in his sister because she was scoping out potential girlfriends. Remus. Stop.
Post by Nymphadora Tonks on Jun 29, 2018 22:46:20 GMT
never asked for no one's philosophy; it's obvious i'm proud of me
The moment his expression changed, she felt guilty. Her reaction was not a promising one, but she was embarrassed, it was the first time in a while someone had shown her concern, and even though that was not why at all she was blushing... she just didn't know how to react properly. There were only a few things she could do to fix this in this space and she went for the first thing that came to mind. When he moved away, she immediately reached out and grabbed his hand, face still red. "No, you don't understand."
His eyes widened staring at her and then down at the hand and then back up at her eyes. He blinked a couple times before his jaw dropped ever so slightly and he swallowed. It wasn’t every day a girl held his hand – let alone one who had just retreated from him because of who knew what. If you compared a tomato to his face, you’d think the tomato was redder than his face. His hands were rough, but warm, and her hands were smooth and warm. It felt pretty good, but he knew this couldn’t stay like this.
“I – why are you doing that?” He was highly confused, wondering why she would want to hold his hand. There was absolutely no way someone could ever like him like that, and so he didn’t even consider the possibility. He kept trying to think of some explanation but absolutely nothing was occurring in his brilliant mind other than a repeating ‘oh shit’ despite his best efforts to formulate a coherent thought. “I don’t understand.”
Post by Nymphadora Tonks on Jun 29, 2018 23:04:56 GMT
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never asked for no one's philosophy; it's obvious i'm proud of me
"I... I didn't want you to get the wrong idea. I... I reacted that like that because... I was embarrassed. It's... it's been awhile since anyone other than my parents has shown me any sort of genuine concern; and the fact that it was coming from such a handsome gentleman as yourself... I got nervous."
Luckily, they were in a hall, a hall with nothing in it so there was no knocking over of anything or-
The floor rose up and attacked her out of nowhere, effectively tripping her and she lost her balance, falling in his direction. She was sure she would hit the floor with an undignified smack.
Remus was about to say ‘but I’m not a handsome gentlemen’ and then point out his many physical flaws, which mostly consisted of his scars and his shabby clothes, but even still, he didn’t consider himself handsome in the slightest. And for someone so much younger than him to say such a thing was so incredibly shocking, his bright intelligent mind had no way to really respond right away. So it took him a moment to formulate something to say in return -
But just as he was about to rebut her, she tripped, though he personally didn’t see the floor come up and attack her. His hand was on hers, but when she tripped towards him, he instinctually grabbed her to steady her, his legs planted on the ground holding the two of them up. She had fallen on his chest, and he was looking down at her, her face close to his, their eyes near each other and he just stared at her, his eyes glancing down to her lips not far off of his and then back up to her eyes.
“B-B-Be careful.” What was wrong with him? She was thirteen years younger than him and here he was acting like a schoolboy, stammering like he was a teenager again. Her face so near his, he couldn’t help but notice how pretty she was especially up close.
Post by Nymphadora Tonks on Jun 29, 2018 23:47:44 GMT
never asked for no one's philosophy; it's obvious i'm proud of me
Is this one of those ironic times where you actually thank an attribute of yourself that you normally despise for appearing at the correct time? Becuase she was most definitely sure this was one of those times. Heart thudding against her ribcage, her eyes looked up into his and her breath caught. No, no, he was more than handsome. He was downright gorgeous. Those blue eyes of his were like his own personal moons - she had no idea why she was associating moons with him now, maybe it was something he said earlier? No idea, but oh my.
She had not smacked into the floor, which was a nice plus, but she had landed herself right into his chest and it was a rather good chest to be against. Well, might as well call it what it was Tonks, you have a crush on the man. She chuckled lightly, pushing up, but not away as she righted herself better to look at him, a pretty smile forming on her lips. "Right, thanks, yeah... I'm a little clumsy. Must have been a loose brick in the floor."
If he were a weaker man, he might have kissed her, but since he was a much stronger man who was fairly good at not giving into temptation, he just watched her as she righted herself. He swallowed and looked her down before his eyes returned to her eyes. She was beautiful and it was damn hard for him to look away, enjoying every second of her in his view, his face still very red. He bit his lower lip, his eyes glancing at her lips again before he forced them back to her eyes, attempting to keep himself in control of these emotions.
He was too old. He was too poor. He was too dangerous.
When regarding his relationships in the past, he had refrained from having any really, that were romantic in any sense. He was very inexperienced in this way, but he did remember a girl who seemed to like him when he was still attending Hogwarts, and in the end, Sirius managed to help him out in rejecting her despite his friends trying to insist on getting him to go on a date with her. He was out of his depth looking at her, completely breathless.
“It’s a good thing I was here then. I’m sure the floor would have hurt. You aren’t hurt, are you?” He stared into her shining eyes, his blue filled with worry, hoping he hadn’t hurt her, even though he was just attempting to help her. He would never forgive himself if he hurt her. “Are you hurting anywhere at all?” Thump thump thump. That was his heart in his chest beating faster and faster the longer they stood here close to each other. He raised a hand to touch her cheek gently unsure of his own movements and why he was doing them. In a way he was just hoping to comfort her after such a fall, to tell her it was alright as long as she was alright. A gentle touch.
Post by Nymphadora Tonks on Jun 30, 2018 0:40:24 GMT
never asked for no one's philosophy; it's obvious i'm proud of me
Her heart felt like it was gonna thump right out of her chest. If she was reading the situation right and she really hoped she was, he looked like he wanted to kiss her. Then he was asking her if she was hurt if she was hurting anywhere at all and he then touched her cheek... and a brilliant idea popped into her head. A little feminine charm didn't hurt anyone, right?
"It is a good thing you are here, I think within that trip, I managed to hurt, right here," she pointed at her bottom lip, and cocked an eyebrow deviously. Yes, that was a blatant invitation to what you think it is. "Do you think you can heal it?"
...regardless of how cheesy this sounds, honestly. She hoped it worked.
text hereShe was not making this easy on him. Their proximity wasn’t helping either. He looked at where she indicated, and he took in a shaky breath. Was she inviting him to – to kiss her? She obviously didn’t know then – then before, when she retreated from him why did she do that? Nothing was making any sense, she was so young, and yet she was going for him when there were plenty of other men who were much more attractive and better for her than him.
“I –“ He took in a deep breath, staring at her lips, wanting so much to lean in and kiss her, to taste her lips on his, but he was conflicted at the same time. It was like someone was holding a piece of chocolate and waving it in front of him. The temptation was real and man, he was starting to weaken against her charm. His heart ache for her contact, as a thumb ran over her lower lip, his eyes flicking up to hers to judge her reaction to his soft slow touches.
He leaned in, their lips nearly touching, a ghost of a kiss but he stopped, whispering, his lips nearly ghosting along hers as he spoke, his voice low and raspy. “I can’t.”
Post by Nymphadora Tonks on Jun 30, 2018 1:30:12 GMT
never asked for no one's philosophy; it's obvious i'm proud of me
Oh, he was so close, she found herself gripping on the edges of his coat, her eyes closing at the tender brush of his thumb against her bottom lip and with this, her whole body trembled. Please, she begged in her mind and he was closer, his lips barely ghosting hers, then he stopped and her eyes opened to pin him with burning determination.
"Then I will," she said, crashing her lips against his in a desperate lip lock and she was pulling him impossibly closer by his coat. Oh, and it was glorious, she had never known anyone to taste as good as he. Was that... chocolate? Flashback to potions class where they were learning about the Amortentia potion and the strange reaction where she had suddenly tasted chocolate before she smelled it. A swell of emotions overwhelmed her as she continued to kiss him.
