What happens when opposites attract?
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₊˚ˑ༄ A week had passed since Tonks' mentioned night shift in the department of mysteries and the order was none the wiser in regards to the dark lord's next steps. All they knew was that he was looking for something- something he didn't have the last time. Tonks was clueless and felt she could not offer up any suggestions when the organisation had been discussing whatever it was the death eaters were searching for. But they all had the same hunch that Dumledore knew. He always knew everything. Mundungus especially voiced his opinion on the matter.
"Very secretive bloke he is," Mundungus started, peering around the dusty room. "Maybe Albus doesn't trust some of us."
Molly's glare instantly found the short man. "Oh, I know that feeling."
It was obvious that the matriarch of the Weasley family had ill feelings towards the dealer. Afterall, at least once during each order meeting, Molly and Mundungus would snipe at each other but never actually evolving into a brewing argument. Tonks, having spent plenty of time at the burrow, knew that whoever was on the receiving end of one of Molly's yells were left shaken up for a good ten minutes.
Tonks, having been on night shift which followed a full day of work in the auror's department within the ministry, was absolutely shattered. Her hair now blonde and in wild twists, the metamorphmagus found herself to be even clumsier when she almost rolled down not one but two flights of stairs after hearing Mrs Black's deafening shrieks of abuse as people came through the front door.
Remus, being a natural morning person, was already nose-deep in a book when he heard a muffled thump from the hallway. Quickly reaching the door, remus turned the handle and stuck his head out into the hallway to see Dora clinging onto the bannister as she tried to pull herself back up.
"My, my. That looks like a close call." He called over to her before walking over there himself and helping her regain balance. 'Curls. She must be tired again.' thought the observant wizard. Dora only smiled up at him, only confirming Lupin's suspicion with her dark under-eyes which soon faded as soon Tonks noticed them herself.
The Weasley children, now accompanied by Hermione, often came to Headquarters with Molly and Arthur. On this particular day, everyone was gathered in the basement kitchen, all crammed around the table while Molly finished making the tower of toast with the help of Remus and Kingsley who were finding the bowls and cereal. Usually the meetings took place in the evening but today was different. Nine in the morning- a time when, in Sirius' words, "No wizard could ever be bright-eyed or bushy tailed."
The Weasley twins were deeply involved in a hushed conversation with none other than Mundungus Fletcher which had Molly surveying them and trying to stay close to the three of them. It was no secret that the twins were anything but academic and had been trying to start up a small business. Unluckily for them, this only meant they were always being watched and checked in on. Tonks, however, spent most of her time bonding with Hermione and Ginny- the youngest Weasley especially. Growing up as an only child only meant that Dora longed for siblings- to be the cool big sister to show them the ropes. As each meeting progressed, the subjects talked about became more sensitive and secretive- locked doors, muffliato charms; the works. So, naturally, the children had questions.
