You were tired, worn out and completely and utterly restless, to put it bluntly,-

Tonks seemed to be the only one who’d take notice of your tired state, not to her nor your surprise, as she’d usually be more observant about you.

Of course, your room was a mess - her inability to comment on it with her bedroom’s state was pleasing, to say the least.

Nevertheless, she’d made you clean it up that night, as you slumped onto your bed with aching muscles and bones.

Hogwarts was certainly one perfect place, anyways.

The sound of rain pattered against your window, footsteps coming up and the stairs and into your room.

“Can I come in, pup?” Said a voice too familiar - the door already cracked opened, the boots already making their way to your bed, the scent of hot chocolate swirling in the air.

The tray was placed on your side table, as she picked up a mug and put it in your palms.

“It’s gonna be cold this Christmas, drink up.” She smiled, taking a mug of her own.

Oh, your sweet sister.