Tonks looked up from the book she was reading and glanced around the library. It was basically deserted, a part from a few keen readers, as most of her peers were outside enjoying the summer sunshine.

Not Tonks though. She would not allow herself to enjoy today. Tonks was angry at herself for two reasons. One, because she had only just started a particularly large Defence Against the Dark Arts essay that was due in less than 24 hours. And secondly, because she had let that stupid Slytherin boy Cody Thornt get to her. Thornt was always teasing Tonks about her ever-changing hair colour. And last night she had finally cracked after a particularly nasty comment comparing Tonks' hair to a Flamingo and, rather than hexing him, she had punched him square on the nose.

It wasn't that Tonks regretted hitting Thornt. God knows the git deserved it. It was the consequences of her actions that angered her. 50 points from Hufflepuff and a week's worth of detention cleaning the Trophy Room. Professor Spout hadn't even listened to her side of the story!

Tonks looked back down at her book and, sighing with frustration, slammed it shut.

'You don't sound very happy at all' A voice said from behind her.

Tonks turned her head around and say the boy that had spoken. He was one of the Gryffindor Sixth Years, friends with her cousin. He was quite tall and lanky, with a relatively tidy head of dark blonde hair. Tonks couldn't help but notice also that he was quite handsome.

Tonks chose to ignore the boys comment, because really she was in no mood to talk to anyone, let alone a boy she hardly knew. Just as she was getting up to leave the boy spoke again.

'You're Nymphadora, aren't you?' The boy asked her. 'The girl who punched Thornt last night?'

Tonks looked at the boy and nodded.

'I heard you made him cry.' The boy said with a sly grin.

'He deserved it' Tonks said quietly.

'I couldn't agree more.' The boy said, still smiling.

Just as Tonks made another attempt to leave, the boy called out to her.

'I couldn't help but notice that you were writing an essay on werewolves.'

Tonks turned around once more and looked at the boy.

'Yes, I was. What about it?' She said, looking at the boy curiously. His youthful face was already marked by a few lines of age and what looked like scars.

'I know a bit about werewolves.' The boy stated.' I might be able to help you with it, if you want.' The boy suddenly became very shy, and for a moment Tonks thought she saw a glimmer of fear in his grey eyes.

Tonks looked at him for a few more moments.

'What's your name?' She asked him.

The boy smiled and extended his arm to her.

'My name is Remus, Nymphadora. Remus Lupin.'

Tonks accepted his hand and shook it softly.

'Don't call me Nymphadora.' She said with a grin. 'It's Tonks.'