Lupin was cooking. Not that he was good at it. But neither was Dora, so it's not like anyone else could've made breakfast. 

A flick of the wand, and…

"Oh." Lupin sighed. Well, there goes breakfast.

 Poor Bacon. He didn't deserve that. 

Lupin used his wand to start carrying the remains of Bacon to the trash. 

Why? How insulting. And rude. After all that, Bacon at least deserves a proper burial. (Too much? Yeah, too much. Sorry you had to read that :/ oh well.)

So, anyway, Lupin is throwing out Bacon. (Sorry, It's really hard to not go too far with the bacon thing.)

So, yeah, he's taking Bacon to the trash. (i just… I want to...fine if you insist)

(Cough cough well let's continue)

Hearing a shuffling on the stairs behind him, (and a muffled yawn), Lupin looked up, saying, "Good morning, Dora." And then…

"Ah!" He yelped, reeling back in surprise and falling backwards. Splat, went Bacon. (K fine) Splat, went the bacon.

"Oops." Tonks sighed. "Again?"

"Yes! Seriously? Snape, of all people?" Lupin sat up, peelings a bit of Bacon off his forehead. (yay I did it) 

"I'm sorry!" Tonks cried, hurriedly helping Lupin up. 

Recently, Nyphadora had been having problems with changing her appearance in her sleep.