What happens when opposites attract?
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Remus paced back and forth, his loafers tapping against the stone slabs that lazed across the kitchen floor. Why would Voldemort order an attack on Dora's flat? It didn't make sense. Perhaps it wasn't premeditated; it wouldn't strike any sense of shock upon Remus if the dark witch had infiltrated Tonks' sanctuary for the sheer spite of it; a rogue mission. After all, Andromeda had been cast out of the Black family when she began to court with a muggle-born Hufflepuff, Ted Tonks, when the two were at Hogwarts- maybe Bella desired to get rid of all the loose ends. It was for the best that Dora sought refuge here, thought the perturbed wizard, furrowing his brow.
Grimmauld Place stood still and desolate as the tall wizard sat motionless at the long, knobbly kitchen table. Elbows propped against the hard wood of the furniture piece, Remus stared into the bottom of his cup which had previously had some water in. He worried about what may become of his new colleague- with her family ties and all. No, he wasn't worried. That was too weak a word to use for how he felt and completely misleading. Lupin was enraged.
The silence lay thick and cloudy until a very bushy haired Sirius slumped into the kitchen, his eyes drooping with sleep. No matter what the circumstance - maybe barring Christmas morning- Padfoot was always an avid hater on the idea of waking up. However excitable he may be about the prospect of life, he could still happily curl up in his bed and simply rest all day. Remus wondered if it was his animagi taking over as oftentimes he would catch Sirius curled up on a large cushion, rolling into himself like a dog on its bed. But prior to their fifth year animagi success, it had still been a battle to get his tired friend out of bed in the morning.
"I had a dream last night, moony," mumbled the tired wizard. "Or maybe it wasn't a dream. . ."
Raising a quizzical brow at his best friend, Remus stood up and made his way to the old, rusting teapot and began to make some chamomile tea. "Go, on." he said in his hoarse voice.
"Well, in my dream I was woken up by someone coming up the stairs. They knocked something over. I'm not sure what it was. And then I heard them mutter 'shit' under their breath. Hmm, maybe it wasn't a dream. But then again, it certainly wasn't kreacher and it wasn't you either." getting lost in his queries, Sirius didn't notice his second cousin walk into the dusty kitchen.
"Wotcher everyone." Tonks greeted, rubbing her eyes profusely. She was usually on night missions for the order but had been given the night off to recuperate. This morning, her hair was blonde and curly- the usual for whenever she was significantly tired. Doubting her ability to stay awake, Tonks dreaded her later mission to lurk in the department of mysteries, taking note of who comes in and who comes out.
"Morning Tonks." Sirius replied, resting his head on his arms. Once realising who had just drudge into the kitchen, the wizard sat bolt upright and looked over at his relative. "Moony, I don't think it was a dream anymore." he admitted, receiving an all-knowing chuckle from his werewolf friend.
