MARLENE MCKINNON: 7 April, 1970

[len_mckinnon]

Dave,

You've got to help me, Dave. Ignore the OWL. IGNORE THE...

...I need your help, Dave. My best friend My boyfriend Ted's birthday is this week - he's 16, same as you, and I don't know what sixteen year old boys....do. What would he like? He looks football (Liverpool, don't judge him)...he likes James Bond. He likes getting dirty...then

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[orlanstamos]

*grins as he sits down across from her* Len, guess what.

[len_mckinnon]

:looks up from her paper, eating toast:

What's that, Tonks?

[orlanstamos]

The Monte Alban culture of Mezo-America sacrificed so many people to the gods that they were the only culture to develop a spell specifically to rip the heart out of the rib cage.

And *pours himself a glass of juice* it is my birthday today.

[len_mckinnon]

:finishes the corner of her toast:

You...are a mine of useless information, Ted Tonks. And is it? You know...I forgot completely.

[orlanstamos]

I think that it's very useful information. I mean, you meet a European virgin-sacrificing-fanatic you don't have to worry about getting your heart ripped out with magical means.

*nods* Clearly I should have done a better job of reminding you. But it is that most glorious of days.

[len_mckinnon]

:raises an eyebrow:

Virgin sacrificing, Tonks? Me? Honestly?

:flicks through her paper:

Got anything nice?

[orlanstamos]

You never know, you could get through on a technicality. Virgin sacrificers are a wily bunch.

*shrugs* I got a jacket from mum and dad. And a book from Julie about the science of volcanos, so that was really neat.

[len_mckinnon]

You are pushing your luck, Ted Tonks, birthday or no. :gets up, picking up her stuff:

Oh. Wait. :rummages in her bag, dropping a small square box and a card on the table in front of him:

Happy Birthday, Tonks.

:turns and walks away:

[orlanstamos]

*raises an eyebrow and starts to retort but stops when she starts rummaging in her bag*

You didn't forget- well, thank you, Len. *watches in confusion as she walks away* I'll, uh, see you later.

*considers the box, poking at it a bit curiously before opening the card up and blushing when he reads it* Christ, Len.

[len_mckinnon]

:when Ted walked into the room after dinner, she was sitting on the bed in her school uniform, knees crossed primly, the light of a lot of candles sparking on her:

Happy birthday, Tonks. Had a nice day?

[orlanstamos]

*grins at her as he walks in, sitting next to her on the bed* I had a good day, which would have been made better if you hadn't gone into hiding for the whole day.

*taps the bright green tophat on his head* Connor got me a hat. Connor got me, and I quote, "the ugliest hat ever produced by haberdashery"

[len_mckinnon]

Anticipation and all that jazz, Tonks. Now. :grins: Look. I put the bed together. Edgar helped.

:shifts uncomfortably: THese things are killing me.

[orlanstamos]

And here I thought I'd upset you by discussing virgin sacrifice with you. *pats the bed frame* And a very nicely put together bed it is.

*blinks at her, looking her up and down* ...what things? The bed springs? *bounces* I think it's a very comfortable bed.

[len_mckinnon]

Not the bed springs, Ted.

:she lifts her skirt high enough to flash the top of her stocking and the clasp of her suspender:

I've been wearing these bloody things all day. Since breakfast.

[orlanstamos]

*mouth drops open as she lifts her skirt up* You have not!

*bites his lip, glancing up at her face* Really?

[len_mckinnon]

All day, Tonks. Been waiting for this all day...

:Grins:

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