Remembering Me

"Hey, what do you think of Jesse?"

The half-chicken sandwich thrown to Piccolo as a consolation misses a bit and lands in his paw.He plucked it with his beak and looked up at me critically.He's so impatient these days, I guess he's never been in one house for so long.No matter where he was when he fled before, there was always a sky for him to fly.

I shrugged, watched Piccolo swallow it, and turned to Tonks.She stared at me with twinkling eyes and a sly, knowing smile.

God, I've never seen Domeda look like that before, but she looks like her Aunt Bella now.If some of her messes hadn't been too dramatic, I'd have suspected that her confusion and carelessness were feigned.

"You haven't answered my question yet," she snapped out. "What do you think of Jesse?"

There was the sound of Buckbeak flapping his wings, and there were some small movements, as if some leftover bones were swept to the corner.

"Well, she's...brave, smart, quick," I searched for adjectives, "calm, drinkable..."

"And sexy," Tonks added abruptly.

"Well, uh..."

Tonks burst out laughing.

"That's what you want to say! You're in love with her, my dear uncle!" She jumped up and waved her hands, the backs of which hit the wall as expected, but it didn't dampen her interest in the slightest. "It's so romantic." !"

I stare at her grinning hand, hoping it breaks a bone or something.

"Listen, Nymphadora. I'm not..."

"It's Tonks!" My niece bristled at the name as usual, unfortunately it didn't make her forget the previous topic, "Oh, oh. She's the one you have to hit the jackpot to get after girl!"

"Yes."

This off-the-cuff remark had the same effect on me and Tonks.She stared at me blankly, and I thought I was going to hear another burst of laughter when I realized what I had said.But instead, she quickly became serious, crouched down—and slammed her head on the wall hard—and looked directly at me.

"Look, I'm not saying you're unworthy or anything. I actually don't think there's a better match between the two of you..."

I let out a piercing laugh.

"An old coward who has nothing and stays in a house all day long watching his friends go to hell?" I was happy to see Tonks' expression froze, "The only job I have done for more than a year is as a prisoner, like you As you can see, it's not very competent."

"But...but we both know you're innocent!" she said eagerly. "You're only stuck here because—"

"—I have no choice?"

She looked at me, tongue-tied. "...That's right, that's it."

I think I scared her.This sentence strikes me with a kind of dry humor, because Tonks is an Auror who has been fighting on the front line for more than a year.Despite her incorrigible clumsiness, even Kingsley and Moody thought highly of her.

I lowered my head and rubbed my face, trying not to look so disgusting.

"Look, Sirius," Tonks said, putting his hand on my shoulder, in a soothing childlike tone, "you're all Gryffindors, you're all brave, you're funny... oh, what the hell. You're all Gryffindors. To be born into a religious family without a choice - to be honest, I think the so-called blood education is about as religious as a Muggle - and to be completely free of those influences."

"Religion doesn't encourage people to hunt, say, black or yellow people. Not to mention, do you like my Aunt Eladora's plaque on the staircase?"

When elves are too old to hold a plate, they chop off their heads and stick them on the wall. I guess even pure blood family perverts are rarely so perverted.

Sure enough, Tonks shuddered.

"That's disgusting," she admitted, "but remember that third year History of Magic text? About what the Muggle religion did to witches?"

"Guess how many times I've opened it since I bought it?"

"Lots of times or zero, who cares about that?" She shook her head like she was trying to chase away a nasty fly. Charming indeed, Sirius - after changing and shaving, of course, and how long has it been since you showered?"

"Having heard anecdotes about several of your ex-boyfriends, I guess I shouldn't be too surprised by your taste," I said, ignoring her latter question.

"I have good taste!" Tonks retorted angrily. "You can't always blame others for not understanding fashion! And it's not just me, Jesse thinks so too!"

I heard my voice get weird, "What?"

Now that it hit her sweet spot, Tonks sat on the ground, stretched his waist and stretched his body, and yawned slowly.

"Well," Tonks finally finished the yawn that was big enough to dislocate her jaw a second before I kicked her out, "let's sit in the dining room for a while and talk about Jessie. There's no time People go to restaurants."

"No," I replied quickly, returning my gaze to Buckbeak.

"Really? Are you sure?" She drew out, "Don't want to know what Jessie thinks of you? Don't want to know what kind of boy she likes? Don't want to know why she hates her own name?"

That last sentence made me turn my head back. "What? Jessica?"

She smiled triumphantly, and I seriously began to think about the extent of Domeda's outrage over the tragic death of her only daughter.

"Tea or coffee?" She ran out of the door and poked her head back.

"..." I sighed heavily, "Coffee."

That head disappeared.

I'd love to keep sitting here all day and let Tonks stare at his coffee, I don't care.But a minute later I got up on my back and walked downstairs, swearing to myself I was just wondering what was wrong with Jessica's name.

Tonks knocked over the knife holder while getting coffee beans, so it was just her sitting at the table clutching her foot that nearly got two holes pierced, and I was figuring out how to make my first cup of coffee .

After a not-so-short jingle, two cups of brown liquid were finally placed on the table.Tonks took a sip from the glass near her and grimaced, "God, I thought my dad's broccoli with cheese was the scariest thing in the world."