WHO: Tonks and Sirius
WHAT: Family visit of sorts.
WHERE: 12 GP.
WHEN: Five days after New Years.
RATING: Who knows?
Getting used to living in such a place was difficult for Tonks. She was used to her small, but cozy, tacky, but cheery flat. And this... well, this place was large, cold, dark, and scary.
Before New Years Day, Tonks had redecorated Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. Well, not the whole place. It was far too big for that, and some of the rooms didn't want to change much, or at all.
She had cleaned... sort-of. Many of the walls were too stubborn, and refused to let go of their aged, torn wallpaper. But the floors? Ah, she had done wonders on the floors! Tonks was never very good at housekeeping charms, but with all of her free time from being unemployed, she had studied and practiced a few for hours. The kitchen now was... almost clean. Tonks had added a sparkling charm on the kitchen walls, to add a cheery sort of mood to the Order meetings they would have. It would sparkle gold, pink, green, and blue in various patterns. She had added pink and black polka-dotted ribbons to the railings of the stairs, and with some protest from her lovely great-aunt , she had changed the color of the curtains hung around her portrait to a bright pink.
Sure, not much had changed, but she did what she could.
Sirius' room... well.. the walls had been changed to pink as well. It was her room now, and she needed to feel at home, right? Various muggle punk band posters were taped onto the walls. Stuffed animals were strewn across the room. She had kept all of Sirius' old things in the room, of course, but most of them were stored in a chest.
After New Years, however.. a few things had changed.
The old umbrella stand next to the door had been hexed so many times it looked as if it was shot over and over again with a shotgun, and then thrown in a fire.
The kitchen was filthy. Food was left out, and there was a broken shot glass on the floor.
In Sirius' old room, there were a couple of ashtrays filled with cigarette butts, empty beer bottles, and a half-empty bottle of rum. The walls were black. And there Tonks sat, moping, on her bed. Her hair was longer, and looked darker and duller brown than ever before. She was eating candy. Chocolate candy, while glaring at a spot on the wall that refused to turn black and stared with a mocking pink back at her.
Tonks wasn't feeling very cheery.