Pamela woke up to the sound of very loud music. She covered her ears. What was going on?

She opened her eyes and came to the conclusion that there in fact wasn't a stereo in her room. She got up to draw the curtains from the windows - and found the source of the loud music.

Outside her house, on the street, stood a car - a car she partly recognized.

Last time she'd seen it, it had been red.

Now it was bubblegum pink.

And horribly loud music was playing inside.

And a familiar woman was sitting inside.

With hair matching the car.

She opened the window and stuck her head out. "Tonks, what are you doing?"

Tonks' head jerked up, and she turned the music down with a smile. "Hey Pam!"

"What are you doing?"

She grinned. "Remus took the kids to the Potters for the day, so I decided to enjoy some music like in my younger days."

"I wasn't aware you'd grown up," she grinned.

"You're right, I haven't. I take this magical potion to stay young and pink-haired forever," Tonks laughed.

"I wouldn't be surprised."

"You wouldn't? Do I look like a witch?" Tonks joked.

Pamela Willams grinned widely. "I've figured as much. I'm a squib, Tonks."