Of Tonks.

Dislaimer: Would I be lovingly writing fictitious stories of a dead fictitious character if I was the great JKR? No.

So here it is, my 'continuation' of Snippets of Tonks. This first chapter is for "Chloe 'RemusLupin' Black", who supplied the pairing and the prompt. She is also someone I happen to be quite fond of so I hope you enjoy this first chapter. =)

A little taste of Tonks

CossetteLune

Jumper

Nymphadora Tonks was shivering from head to toe. It was the beginning of February and she was standing in between Hogsmede and Hogwarts to keep watch. Although she was sure that if anyone did anything she would be too cold to move at the moment. Cursing, she rubbed her hands up and down her bare arms. Why hadn't she brought a jacket? She was mentally kicking herself for being so stupid when Alastor Moody walked up to her shaking his head.

"Wh-wh-what're you doing here, Ma-Mad-Eye?" Her teeth were chattering so loudly she was sure that anyone within a thirty foot radius would be able to hear them.

"How did you forget a jacket?" He stared incredulously at her as if she were the dumbest person in all of Britain.

"I-I-I-I was ru-ru-running late this morning," she defended herself. "A-At least I sh-showed u-u-up-p!"

"I can barely understand you, silly girl." Moody, himself was wearing a jacket over a jumper over his usual clothes. He took off the outer jacket, then took off his jumper and passed it over to Tonks.

"N-No, it's okay, Ma-Mad-Eye. Th-thanks though." Again he stared at her, disbelief evident in his eyes.

"Nymphadora," she was too cold to correct him, "you put on this jumper right now!" He commanded.

She rolled her eyes and accepted the jumper. It was big on her but it was warm and comfortable. Moody pulled his jacket back on as he mumbled to Tonks about how she should use her head more often.

Later that day when Tonks got home she went to wash the jumper so it would be nice and clean when she gave it back to Moody, however she couldn't get the motivation to wash it. As much as she didn't want to admit it to herself, more than anything she was afraid that the musty smell of her mentor would be gone once washed. It remained unwashed and somehow found its way into her dresser drawer. When asked about if she still had it Tonks would shrug her shoulders and say, "I don't know what you're talking about, I know I gave it back to you!"

Very very cute story for today. I personally am not a fan of them as a couple, but I do love their relationship and know that they for sure have a soft spot for one-another. Please review and I will post some more whenever I feel like it. (It's nice not having to do one a day.) It will be soon though, I promise!

Much love,

CossetteLune