Don't call me Nymphadora!

Reconciliation - for true_marauder

Mon, 09 Nov 2009 04:42:32 GMT

Tonks felt, if anything, worse than ever after the scene she made in the Hospital Wing. For one thing, it had been completely the wrong place and time for her to start arguing with Remus again. Dumbledore was dead, everyone was mourning, and who knew what was going to happen next? But also, Tonks knew Remus would be even angrier with her for airing their personal business in front of so many people. She had been way over the line.

Which was why she was now outside the door to the rooms Remus was currently occupying, having given herself a day to calm down and think about things, knocking on the door to apologize.

Christmas, 1996 for true_marauder

Tue, 27 Oct 2009 20:38:07 GMT

Molly Weasley invited her to Christmas dinner at the Burrow, and Tonks politely turned her down. She was going to spend Christmas with her parents, after all, though when Molly said that Remus was in the country and would be at the Burrow, she did hesitate. Still, she didn't want to have to meet with him in such an excruciatingly public way, much as she wanted to see him and make sure he was all right.

Fortunately, Molly obligingly informed Tonks that Remus was at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, and a plan began to take shape in her mind - he would surely be in need of food, and she was just the person to bring him some.

So it was two days before Christmas Eve when Tonks Apparated to the square. The weather was miserable, dreary, wet and cold, and she couldn't imagine inside the house would be much better. It wasn't. She clutched the food parcel to herself as she undid the wards on the front door and entered the hall. It felt so empty. It matched her mood.

She headed directly for the kitchen, but didn't say anything until she was well out of earshot of that blasted portrait.

"Remus?" she called, wondering if maybe he was asleep upstairs or something. It was a big house; she might have to search for him.

musebysentence 26.3 Marriage

Wed, 21 Oct 2009 20:36:52 GMT

No one ever said it would be easy.

musebysentence 27.3 Defiant

Wed, 21 Oct 2009 17:25:02 GMT

There's a certain look she's always been able to give her parents, from the time she was about three, that almost guarantees she will get what she's after.

musebysentence 26.4 Scent

Fri, 16 Oct 2009 17:11:38 GMT

She's sixteen when Professor Snape demonstrates Amortentia to them, and she's not quite sure why it smells to her like worn books, chocolate, tea and a faint undertone of wet fur.

OOC: out of town for a day

Fri, 16 Oct 2009 13:55:54 GMT

Hello, lovelies. Just a little note to let everyone know I am going out of town tonight. It's just overnight, but I won't have internet access tonight/all day tomorrow. I'll be back to tag and such tomorrow night.

Thu, 15 Oct 2009 02:15:41 GMT

You are The Sun

Happiness, Content, Joy.

The meanings for the Sun are fairly simple and consistent.

Young, healthy, new, fresh. The brain is working, things that were muddled come clear, everything falls into place, and everything seems to go your way.

The Sun is ruled by the Sun, of course. This is the light that comes after the long dark night, Apollo to the Moon's Diana. A positive card, it promises you your day in the sun. Glory, gain, triumph, pleasure, truth, success. As the moon symbolized inspiration from the unconscious, from dreams, this card symbolizes discoveries made fully consciousness and wide awake. You have an understanding and enjoyment of science and math, beautifully constructed music, carefully reasoned philosophy. It is a card of intellect, clarity of mind, and feelings of youthful energy.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

OOC: Internets FAIL

Fri, 09 Oct 2009 15:00:05 GMT

Yeah so we had a massive internet outage yesterday, which is why I didn't tag at ALL last night. *flips off ISP*

FORTUNATELY, I'm pretty sure it's back up at home (I'm posting this from work, haven't had a chance to get online at home yet) ANNNNND I have an extended lunch today so I should be able to get caught up again.

Still, MASSIVE FAIL.

lolwut, a bubble bath? for true_marauder

Thu, 08 Oct 2009 21:07:42 GMT

Using your auror skill on me, Dora?

"Don't need to go that far just yet. I'm using my skill as a troublemaker right now. I am related to Sirius, remember."

She glanced at the bathtub, then gave him a mischievous look, sipping her hot chocolate.

Of course, she couldn't help wincing every so often as she took her clothes off. She knew she'd have a few bruises, too.

musebysentence 24.5 Answer

Wed, 07 Oct 2009 15:58:19 GMT

He can argue all he wants; her answer will always be the same.

My mun made me do it D:

Mon, 05 Oct 2009 01:45:17 GMT

The I'D HIT IT Meme

musebysentence 23.7 Tomorrow never comes

Sun, 04 Oct 2009 20:59:51 GMT

It may not ever come for her, but she'd be damned if she would let anyone take away her son's tomorrows.

musebysentence 23.6 Worry

Sun, 04 Oct 2009 15:46:27 GMT

She worries about him all the time, and sometimes all she worries about is whether he ever thinks about her.

musebysentence 23.3 Numb

Sat, 03 Oct 2009 20:15:20 GMT

The report stops her breath, and her brain feels like it's just had a good hard jolt, because ten people escaped, ten of them, all at once, the worst ten imaginable, and she can tell all the other Aurors are feeling as numb with shock as she is right now.

Needs a bit more privacy. For true_marauder

Sat, 03 Oct 2009 05:28:17 GMT

The way her name sounded when he said it in her ear, his voice a low whisper, made her weak in the knees and it was all she could do to stay upright as he started taking off her robes. She knew what her name meant, and usually she thought it sounded absurd to think of her being any kind of gift, but when he said her name, she knew that's exactly what he thought, and she didn't mind at all.

musebysentence 22.1 Anniversary

Fri, 02 Oct 2009 17:18:04 GMT

For the first time in a long time, she's not at a wild Halloween party; instead she's sitting at the kitchen table in #12, Grimmauld Place, passing around a bottle of firewhisky with Remus and Sirius, listening to them tell stories about James and Lily.

musebysentence 22.6 Pain

Thu, 01 Oct 2009 17:22:04 GMT

She doesn't pretend to be an expert on pain, though she's had far more than her fair share of bumps and bruises and injuries over the years - comes with the territory, being as clumsy as she is - but when he looks at her, his eyes so sad, and starts telling her all the reasons why they can't be together, it suddenly hurts so much inside that she can barely draw breath.

musebysentence 22.8 Don't Stop

Thu, 01 Oct 2009 17:05:53 GMT

She's searching, searching, she can't stop, won't stop, until she finds what she's looking for - but when she wakes to the discomfort of the baby kicking, Remus' arms secure around her, she can't remember what was so important that she find, and she can't seem to shake a vague feeling of dread that hangs low in her belly.

musebysentence 22.9 Third Wheel

Wed, 30 Sep 2009 15:41:18 GMT

She thought she ought to feel like a third wheel, the two men had so much history and so many stories, but Remus and Sirius both made such an effort to include her that she was never uncomfortable with them.

Tonks' flat - for true_marauder

Mon, 28 Sep 2009 05:39:57 GMT

((Note: Follows this.))

They got to her flat, and Remus, of course, immediately offered hot cocoa. Then glanced down at the sopping state of his clothes.

Tonks laughed and used a quick drying charm on him. "Hot cocoa is a good way to warm up, but so are you. Decisions, decisions."

OOC: Need icons

Sun, 27 Sep 2009 04:26:26 GMT

I fail at finding icons.

No, I don't need Tonks icons, though if someone knows where I might find more of those, feel free to pass along links.

But what I'm really looking for right now is Dumbledore. Yup. Dumbledore. I need icons.

PLZ HALP

(I like Gambledore.)

idek... HBP timeline, probably jossed on further canon review

Sat, 26 Sep 2009 22:44:45 GMT

She burst unceremoniously into the Headmaster's office, using the password that every Order member had been given. Dumbledore was deep in conversation with Professors McGonagall and Snape, but she didn't care.

"Where is he? Where have you sent him?" she demanded.

McGonagall looked shocked; Snape sneered.

"Miss Tonks, I hardly think -!"

"Surely you could save the melodramatic display for a time when the Headmaster isn't -"

Dumbledore held a hand up to silence them. "I presume you are referring to Remus," he said quietly, his face impassive as ever, though there was a bit of a glint in his eye that she couldn't quite figure out. When she nodded, he continued. "I did not send him - I asked for his assistance in a task that would allow him to put his considerable and specialized expertise to good use. He left of his own free will. Did he not speak to you of his plans?"

Now Tonks had the temerity to look abashed. She could feel her ears burning a little and she glanced down at her shoes. "No, I... haven't seen much of him lately."

Dumbledore glanced at her, and now she could unmistakably read the signs of compassion in his expression, which made her even more embarrassed. "Severus, Minerva," he was saying, "Please step outside for a moment."

Snape looked as though he was about to say something else, but Dumbledore spoke again before he could. "Nymphadora is understandably worried about her friend. I hardly think she needs an audience at this time."

When the door closed behind them, Tonks shifted on her feet, feeling incredibly awkward. The few times she'd been in this office as a student, she'd been in trouble. "Can you tell me where he is?" she asked after a moment, her voice considerably less demanding.

"I'm afraid not," said Dumbledore, still looking at her as though he felt sorry for her. "I cannot tell you, because I am not precisely sure of his location myself. And if I did, it would avail us little. Surely you can see that he is far safer this way.

"However, I will tell you this: This is not the first time Remus has gone underground. He spent considerable time in the last war doing precisely what he is doing now. I will not deny that it is very dangerous, and he may be killed. It's a risk we are all taking right now, in one way or another, as you know. But if there is one thing Remus has always possessed, it is an incredible will to survive. And it is clear that he has several very good incentives to come home safely."

His look was a little too knowing, as he took in her appearance, and she could feel herself blushing again. "Headmaster, will you please let me know if - "

"Of course, should I hear news of him, I will inform you promptly." She could see a hint of a twinkle in his eyes now. "I would ask, however, that you please restrain yourself from barging in on meetings as much as possible in the future."

"Of course, sir. Sorry, sir. I'll just... let myself out then. And... Thanks."

musebysentence 21.10 Scar

Fri, 25 Sep 2009 15:41:01 GMT

The skin of her back is nearly unblemished, and tells just as much as the scars on her front - she never runs away from a fight.

musebysentence 20.10 Snuggle

Thu, 24 Sep 2009 16:58:23 GMT

Her happiest memory had changed; she now thought of his body pressed against hers, warm and solid, making her feel like the world wasn't all bad after all.

Playing around with this some more. AU, obvs.

Wed, 23 Sep 2009 17:16:39 GMT

"Remus?" The sounds of battle were everywhere, even close to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, though at least here Tonks could hear herself think.

But they'd been separated. One moment, they'd been standing back-to-back, and the next, something had come out of the corner of her eye and then he was gone, and she was desperate, almost wild to find him again.

"Remus!"

"Nymphadora, Nymphadora, gift of the nymphs... little Dora, little gift..." High, wild laughter, and a curse that Tonks was barely able to dodge, crouching behind a large tree, heart in her throat.

Bellatrix.

"Little gift," she sing-songed. "Looking for the wolf man? Too late, little girl, he's dead." Another laugh. "I saw him, he died howling like the animal he was."

Tonks flinched, stomach turning to ice, and another curse forced her to bolt for better cover.

"You were the wolf man's bitch, weren't you? Even whelped him a pup. Better come out, little gift, I'll send you back to him. Don't worry about the pup, I'll make sure your whole little pack is reunited..."

The laughter rang in Tonks' ears, and blind fury rose in her. But Bellatrix was too quick.

"Crucio!"

The pain was unimaginable. She thought she must be screaming, but she was so caught up in the pain, the fire in her bones, it was like there was nothing else in the world.

Then, suddenly, miraculously, the pain was gone. Bellatrix wasn't laughing anymore, she was screaming in pain and surprise. She'd been knocked back by a spell.

"Dora!"

"Remus!"

He's alive, he's alive, alivealivealive...

Shaking so hard she knew she wouldn't even be able to stand up yet, Tonks saw Remus move towards her. Then in the next second, Bellatrix, a look of fury on her face, raised her wand.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

For one brief second that seemed to last an eternity, the look of fury changed to one of surprise. Then the now-lifeless body slumped to the ground.

Tonks, shaking harder than ever, wand still pointing at the spot where Bellatrix had stood and still seeing green spots across her vision, turned her head to retch. Then, thankfully, she lost consciousness, her last sight a pair of worried brown eyes.