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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.

‘this was fun and terrible.’ (lycanthropyprofessor)

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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.

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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?”

‘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.

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“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?”

‘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.

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‘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.

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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.

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

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“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.”

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"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?"

“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?”

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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.

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. 

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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."

“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?”

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“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?”

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"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.

“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.

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"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?"

“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.

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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."

“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.

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"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."

“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.

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"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."

“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.

[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.

“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.

[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.

“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.

[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."

“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.