Jan. 21st, 2005

clumsy_auror: (sinister? hmmmm)
Tonks blindly reached out an arm and groped for the alarm clock, which was ringing on the nightstand in a fashion that was altogether too cheerful for this hour of the morning. After a couple of failed attempts, she managed to shut it off, and yawned widely as she tried to blink the sleep from her eyes.

Bernard shifted as he slept, one arm and one leg wrapped firmly around her. She grinned and lightly kissed his cheek before carefully extricating herself from the tangle of limbs and covers.

Shivering slightly in the chill morning air, Tonks walked into the bathroom and started the shower running, quickly stripping off her pyjamas before stepping inside.

Tonks was many things, but a morning person was not one of them. After the usual soap-and-shampoo routine, she stood for a long time under the hot spray, eyes closed, willing herself into alertness. Eventually, she reluctantly turned off the water and reached for her towel, drying herself off as she stepped out of the shower. Still yawning, she wiped away some of the steam from the mirror, looked at her reflection...and shrieked.

There was a sleepy, muffled exclamation from the main room, followed by the disctinctive thump of someone falling out of bed. A moment later, the bathroom door flew open, and Bernard stood in the doorway, a blearily panicked expression on his face. "What? What is it, are you...?" He finally got a good look at her, and then his voice trailed off.

"I'm green!" she wailed, looking down at herself. "Everywhere!" And, indeed, Tonks was a lovely shade of green from the top of her head to her toes.

Bernard let out a strangled sort of noise. She looked back up at him, and narrowed her eyes. He was leaning against the doorframe, silently convulsing with laughter. "It's just...so..." he gasped, holding himself up with some difficulty. "He's the...turtle but you're...the one who's...green!"

Tonks reached for her wand and muttered a few spells, but she knew it wouldn't do any good. Dye was dye, and it'd just have to fade. She turned back to Bernard, who was wiping a few tears from his eyes. "You'd better get him, Bernard Wrangle," she said peevishly. "You'd better get him, but good."

He attempted to sober his expression, failing spectacularly, and nodded. "I'll try my damnedest, ma'am."

Tonks felt the corners of her mouth begin to twitch into a smile, and fought it. "Now if you'll excuse me," she said, with as much dignity as she could muster, "I have to dry my hair."

She closed the bathroom door in his face, and grinned as he laughed all the way back to bed.


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