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[quaffle_me]

Oliver Wood was standing next to a large posterboard resting on an eisle. Viktor Krum stood nearby, looking stern as usual. Oliver, on the other hand, was practically bouncing with poorly contained glee

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[metamorphette]

Tonks, attracted by the noise as well as the bouncing, gives a grin as she realizes what this is all about. "Good idea, lads," she says with a laugh. "Sign me up-- Tonks, Chaser."

[quaffle_me]

"Tonks, Chaser. Got it." He smiled brightly, "The weather's been so good lately, I've been itching to hop on a broom again."

[metamorphette]

"I know what you mean," she nods, grinning. "Feels like spring at last, doesn't it?"

[quaffle_me]

"So it does." He paused, "... Tonks -- did you go to school with my parents? Danny and Bonnie Wood? Though she wouldn't be Wood then but -- I can't for the life've me remember her maiden name."

[metamorphette]

T: Ouch. "Do I really look that old?? ... right now?" -she's only two years older than Oliver. XD

She shakes her head, laughing. "Don't know 'em, and I guess I should pick a different look if you think I'm old enough to be your mum's schoolmate." During these last few words, her appearance (purple hair and all) shifts smoothly, to a younger face surrounded with streaky reddish hair.