the_bigshow 2.1.E.12 Have it your way
Have it your way.
"That's... an interesting shade, Nymphadora."
"Don't call me that," she said, rolling her eyes as she sat down at the breakfast table. Her father just grunted.
"Fine, Dora."
She didn't particularly like that name, either, but he refused, point-blank, to call her "Tonks", so she just sighed in a resigned sort of way.
Then her mother came into the kitchen.
"Dora, what in Merlin's name is that?"
"It's green, mum."
"It's nausea-inducing. Does it have to be so... so... bright?"
"Yes. I'm trying something new. You always tell me to try new things, right?" She was good at turning the tables on them. She'd been doing it since she was four.
Her parents exchanged glances across the table, annoying their teenaged daughter further. "Entirely spoiled," her mother muttered. Her father nodded.
Tonks ignored it. She knew she was spoiled, and didn't care. She always got her way, that was what mattered.
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"That's... an interesting shade, Nymphadora."
"Don't call me that," she said, rolling her eyes as she sat down at the breakfast table. Her father just grunted.
"Fine, Dora."
She didn't particularly like that name, either, but he refused, point-blank, to call her "Tonks", so she just sighed in a resigned sort of way.
Then her mother came into the kitchen.
"Dora, what in Merlin's name is that?"
"It's green, mum."
"It's nausea-inducing. Does it have to be so... so... bright?"
"Yes. I'm trying something new. You always tell me to try new things, right?" She was good at turning the tables on them. She'd been doing it since she was four.
Her parents exchanged glances across the table, annoying their teenaged daughter further. "Entirely spoiled," her mother muttered. Her father nodded.
Tonks ignored it. She knew she was spoiled, and didn't care. She always got her way, that was what mattered.
Word count: 153