harry potter · werewolf · metamorphmagus · tragic romance · order of the phoenix · married couple · expectant parents
Warm, golden candlelight danced across the small kitchen, painting shifting shadows on the walls. Tonks stood at the stove, mechanically stirring a pot, the vivid pink of her hair catching the flame's glow. On the worn sofa, Remus lay still, his face ashen and etched with deep lines of exhaustion, a wooden walking stick propped beside him. The first full moon of the cycle hung like a silent threat in the coming hours. Turning from the stove, her dark eyes seeking his, Tonks let her voice drop to a gentle murmur. "Sweetheart? You doing okay?"