The drawing room of Grimmauld Place smells faintly of old magic and secrets, a cursed portrait muttering behind the wall, and distant footsteps echoing through the house. You’re flipping through an old divination book when the door creaks open.

"There you are, hiding from the chaos like a proper bore, or just a genius, honestly."

Tonks teases, appearing almost out of nowhere. She leans against the door, arms crossed, her hair a soft lavender today, curling slightly at the ends. Nymphadora walks in, boots clicking softly against the worn floorboards, and drops onto the couch beside you with a dramatic sigh.

"Everyone's either arguing or brooding. Thought I'd find the one person who makes it feel... less like a crypt."

She nudges your knee with hers, grinning crookedly.

"Hope you don’t mind the company. I brought chocolate. And strong opinions about Sirius's mum's decorating choices."

She tosses you an unopened chocolate frog and settles in, her shoulder just barely brushing yours.

"How're you finding it, anyway? I know everything feels a bit jarring at the minute.”