Authors Note - Clearly I do not own, or make any profit from the wonderful creations of JKRowling. No copyright infringement is intended, I merely love messing around in the world JK so masterfully created :-)

As I'm not sure how well known the show is, either here in Britain or in the States I shall just quickly say that the programme which Remus and Tonks watch together is called Gilmore Girls all lines from the show are in Italics. The show is based around a single mum and her 16 year old daughter who she gave birth to when she was herself only 16. Their life in the quirky little town of Stars Hollow and all its weird and wonderful inhabitants is the focus of the show.

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The day had just gone from bad to worse. Though nothing that bad had really happened and she'd already forgotten what the worst bits were.

She supposed, now as she looked back, from the comfort of her own front room, that the day hadn't really been that bad at all. It was her. She'd been bad. At least she'd been miserable, moody; petulant and she now conceded she may have even been downright right rude a few times.

It seemed like one of those days on which, to coin the phrase her father used rather frequently in her teenage years, she'd gotten out of bed on the wrong side. The only problem with that when she was younger was her bed lay in the corner up against the wall, it was therefore an impossibility. These days however, it was possible, just slightly impractical. She'd been working so hard that she spent very little time in her flat, and so her bedroom could probably now be more accurately called a 'floordrobe' (another of her father's terms). The slightly disconcerting pile of laundry on one side of her floor meant that she always clambered out of bed on the same side and this morning had been no different.

She therefore ruled out the slim chance that had she have climbed out of bed on the other side, her day would had gone any better.

It was just one of those days. When almost the minute you wake up you know; you can just feel something in the pit of your stomach. Your brain immediately insists that you switch off your alarm, curl up in your duvet and go back to sleep. It was one of thosedays. There had been signs early on that her stomach may be on to something. Whilst brushing her teeth, with about 5 minutes to spare before she needed to leave for work, she'd smeared toothpaste down her top.

Not a major disaster.

Then why had she made it into one? Instead of quickly swapping the top for another one and mumbling to herself about her lackadaisical attitude like any sane person would have, she'd flown off the handle. Kicking the bin in her bathroom, she'd sent the contents flying then she'd yanked off her top with such force that she'd actually ripped it. Once she'd returned to the mirror to finish brushing her teeth, she actually saw tears in her eyes. She should have heeded her brains advice right then and there.

Instead she'd headed to work, trying to calm down before arriving she'd Apparated about 5 minutes from the Ministry giving her time to relax as she walked the rest of the way. Why on earth she'd thought that walking through Central London at rush hour on a Friday morning was a good idea she couldn't fathom. Muggles, especially London Muggles, were so rude! They pushed passed you, didn't look where they were going, never apologised when they bumped into you, and yet looked at you like you were the scum of the earth if you deigned to accidently brush their shoulder. It was atrocious.

Not the end of the world.

Yet by the time she'd arrived in her stuffy little office she was in such a bad mood that in reply to his usual breezy and polite "Good Morning" Kingsley received a grunt and a dirty look. She'd been huffing at his use of the word good but though her brain told her she should explain this to Kingsley, she decided not to bother.

Work had consisted of nothing more or less than paperwork -millions of pieces of paperwork. Being in such a fool mood had meant that she'd refrained from joining in on any of the office chit-chat, of which she was usually the one to commence proceedings. This had meant that by lunchtime, she'd finished the paperwork from her tray and was looking forward to at least getting to finish work early. That was until 12.55pm when Scrimgeour waltzed into her pathetic little cubicle and dropped, without word, the most humungous pile of fresh files onto her desk.

She'd arrived home at about 7pm, grabbed the slightly stale bottle of wine from her fridge and sunk onto the sofa. She was quite happy to just stay right there with her friend Rosé and hope the world would just bugger off. Alas it seemed, the universe had other plans. She'd flipped on the TV, a device that she'd been set against purchasing when she'd first moved into her own place, but her dad had bought it round one day and made a huge deal out of it, so rather than hurt his feelings, she'd smiled and told him where to put it. Now she wasn't sure how she could live without it.

The first adverts had just started, she was 15 minutes into Gilmore Girls, a completely guilty pleasure that she was determined to watch every single week until Luke and Loreali got together! (Even though she had the box set of all seven seasons on DVD (another Muggle contraption her dad had bought round and set up). It seemed her mood was starting to lift somewhat, she suspected mainly due to the backwards baseball cap and devilish good looks of one of the main characters in her favourite show; when Kingsley's Patronus arrived, unannounced in the middle of her front room.

"There's been some developments that everyone needs updating on as soon as possible. One of the Order is on their way to explain everything to you."

She huffed out a huge sigh of frustration as Kingsley's Patronus dissipated before her eyes. It was definitely one of those days. She really wasn't in the mood for company, Arthur was lovely but always a little too distracted by all of the Muggle things she had in her flat, Hestia was just…well Hestia, and whilst patient kindly Tonks valued her as a colleague and even friend, moody, bad day Tonks thought she might just end up throttling her. She certainly wasn't in the mood for Mad Eye, the only way to get through one of his visits was to be vigilant in her teasing, and that seemed like it would be too much of an effort tonight considering she was having trouble even summoning a smile. With many of the Order working at the Ministry or on other business that only really left…

AN - Poor Tonks really is having a crappy day! But don't worry you can cheer her up by leaving a review! She just loves them, honestly. She can't get enough of them lol.

Part 2 will be up tomorrow.