Sirius and Tonks friendship one-shot. Comes off like a romance ... but they're cousins ... and that's immoral...
Nymphadora Tonks stood in front of the mirror, trying to make a decision. There was a knock the door, Sirius poked his head in "Lunch is downstairs, and would advise you to have plenty, your going to need all the energy you posses to survive Serveus' report at the meeting this afternoon." Tonks didn't really seem to be listening, she was still staring into the mirror, biting her lip "What's your favourite colour?"
"White" Sirius told her, trying to figure out what that had to do with anything "Yeah..." Tonks murmured "That could work" a second later her hair was waist-length and a bright, glowing white "I don't know if it's really me, but it's different." a small smile came across Sirius' face "It looks beautiful" he said. Tonks gave him a sharp look, feeling slightly disorientated by the sudden honesty in his words. Sirius looked a bit surprised himself, he had only meant it as a passing comment. The way she was looking at him began to make him feel uncomfortable, it was a deep searching look, as if she was trying to read his soul "Stop that" he said "What?" Tonks asked
"Looking so serious," he teased her "it isn't like you."
"You stop doing that."
"Smiling, it isn't like you."