[closed] city streets don't have much pity
Nympadora Tonks is happy.
It’s a chilly night in Chicago. It’s not freezing. It’s not frigid. It’s tolerable as long as you bundle up or if you have something warm to hold on to. On this evening, Tonks has both. She has a warm jacket and someone.
That someone is Doyle. She likes him. He likes her. They both prefer to be called by their surname. They are a cute couple.
Doyle and Tonks are on their way to a movie, some show about a cat in shoes. The title had sounded cute enough. With no cases that need work done tonight and with nothing else that needs doing, they both thought it’d be a decent way to spend the evening.
On their way to the theater, they stop at a convenience store. Tonks wants chocolate that she doesn’t think the theater will sell. She kisses Doyle on the cheek and dashes into the store. She’ll be right back. It’s a quick trip in and out, less than two minutes go by…
When Tonks exits the store, she expects to find Doyle. She expects him to be right there where she left him. Doyle is gone.
"Doyle?" Tonks calls out. Ha ha, very funny, where are you?. "Doyle?" She calls out again after a few minutes have passed. It’s then that she starts to look around. He would not have gone on without her, she is sure of it.
A cold feeling forms in the pit of her stomach.
Tonks looks all around the little shop. She then goes on to the theater before backtracking. The Tower is searched. After that, Tonks visits his favorite pubs and bars. She has no luck. It’s only after scouring the city that she returns back to the Tower. Doyle and Tonks were just weeks away from moving out and into a proper flat. The detective agency was off to a good start. They could have been happy.
It’s her last resort, lifting her wand. She thinks of a happy thought, being accepted into the Auror training program, and a silver dragonfly shoots out of the end of her wand. Tonks has a message and a recipient in mind, Doyle. The Patronus will return if he cannot be found, if there’s no trace. She knows that it will.
Tonks sits down on her bed and waits, hours go by. Her dragonfly Patronus eventually returns. It soars into her room and then fades into nothingness. She hangs her head.
Nymphadora Tonks was happy.
It’s a chilly night in Chicago. It’s not freezing. It’s not frigid. It’s tolerable as long as you bundle up or if you have something warm to hold on to. On this evening, Tonks has both. She has a warm jacket and someone.
That someone is Doyle. She likes him. He likes her. They both prefer to be called by their surname. They are a cute couple.
Doyle and Tonks are on their way to a movie, some show about a cat in shoes. The title had sounded cute enough. With no cases that need work done tonight and with nothing else that needs doing, they both thought it’d be a decent way to spend the evening.
On their way to the theater, they stop at a convenience store. Tonks wants chocolate that she doesn’t think the theater will sell. She kisses Doyle on the cheek and dashes into the store. She’ll be right back. It’s a quick trip in and out, less than two minutes go by…
When Tonks exits the store, she expects to find Doyle. She expects him to be right there where she left him. Doyle is gone.
"Doyle?" Tonks calls out. Ha ha, very funny, where are you?. "Doyle?" She calls out again after a few minutes have passed. It’s then that she starts to look around. He would not have gone on without her, she is sure of it.
A cold feeling forms in the pit of her stomach.
Tonks looks all around the little shop. She then goes on to the theater before backtracking. The Tower is searched. After that, Tonks visits his favorite pubs and bars. She has no luck. It’s only after scouring the city that she returns back to the Tower. Doyle and Tonks were just weeks away from moving out and into a proper flat. The detective agency was off to a good start. They could have been happy.
It’s her last resort, lifting her wand. She thinks of a happy thought, being accepted into the Auror training program, and a silver dragonfly shoots out of the end of her wand. Tonks has a message and a recipient in mind, Doyle. The Patronus will return if he cannot be found, if there’s no trace. She knows that it will.
Tonks sits down on her bed and waits, hours go by. Her dragonfly Patronus eventually returns. It soars into her room and then fades into nothingness. She hangs her head.
Nymphadora Tonks was happy.