And to think, Tonks had just been to Hogsmeade the night before!
Date: April 9th, 2000
Time: little after 2pm
Location: Hogsmeade, the Three Broomsticks
Characters Involved: Tonks & Neville and anyone else in the area.
Rating: PG
Complete
Tonks wakes up in the late morning hours, practically falling out of bed with a defiant grunt. Her mother had just knocked on the door- asking her if Tonks was a live and that she better be, after getting home so late the night prior. But- Mum didn’t realize Tonks had a mission- there was a lost friend at stake and Tonks could not find the girl anywhere! But- she called it a night and drug herself to bed without so much as two words to her Parents. Now her Mother seemed miffed as she banged on the bedroom door.
“Do you realize that it is almost two in the afternoon?! I will unlock this door Nymphadora… do not force me to do it!”
Tonks had fallen out of bed; by the time her mother uttered the chime of the current time, like a news broadcaster with a grumpy disposition. But- the words were hard to ignore, and suddenly she found herself up on her feet- and running, well staggering, to her desk for her journal. She flipped, bundled and tore through pages until- yep… she saw it. She is to meet with Neville in Hogsmeade at two that day. CRIPES!
~*~
With a shifty and desperate stride, Tonks enters the Three Broomsticks wearing clothes that seemed to be thrown on without any previous thinking. A light blue, long sleeve blouse with triangular sleeves, was poking out of a dark blue cardigan that was wrinkled all over. Her pants threadbare, also blue, and patched at the knees and sides, hung over large black boots. Her gray cloak was twisted and slung off one shoulder, and a bit dirty. Yet her hair seemed clean, recently washed- wet and stringy, and vibrantly colored a bubblegum pink. It was pulled out of her face by a tight- slick ponytail that met at the base of her neck.
With wide eyes she glanced around the inside of the building, searching beyond wizards and witches to see if she could find a certain someone. Her legs accidentally walked into a barstool while she did this, which caused an elderly witch sitting next to it to yell out some colorful words, but it did not stop Tonks’ frantic search. She was looking for Neville, hoping she hadn’t missed him- for they were to meet. And before she would charge herself to Spinner’s end, and scold June for running rampant around the whole of England!-Tonks wanted to have a conversation with the guy. She hadn’t seen him in ages, and she suspected they would have much to talk about.
Time: little after 2pm
Location: Hogsmeade, the Three Broomsticks
Characters Involved: Tonks & Neville and anyone else in the area.
Rating: PG
Complete
Tonks wakes up in the late morning hours, practically falling out of bed with a defiant grunt. Her mother had just knocked on the door- asking her if Tonks was a live and that she better be, after getting home so late the night prior. But- Mum didn’t realize Tonks had a mission- there was a lost friend at stake and Tonks could not find the girl anywhere! But- she called it a night and drug herself to bed without so much as two words to her Parents. Now her Mother seemed miffed as she banged on the bedroom door.
“Do you realize that it is almost two in the afternoon?! I will unlock this door Nymphadora… do not force me to do it!”
Tonks had fallen out of bed; by the time her mother uttered the chime of the current time, like a news broadcaster with a grumpy disposition. But- the words were hard to ignore, and suddenly she found herself up on her feet- and running, well staggering, to her desk for her journal. She flipped, bundled and tore through pages until- yep… she saw it. She is to meet with Neville in Hogsmeade at two that day. CRIPES!
~*~
With a shifty and desperate stride, Tonks enters the Three Broomsticks wearing clothes that seemed to be thrown on without any previous thinking. A light blue, long sleeve blouse with triangular sleeves, was poking out of a dark blue cardigan that was wrinkled all over. Her pants threadbare, also blue, and patched at the knees and sides, hung over large black boots. Her gray cloak was twisted and slung off one shoulder, and a bit dirty. Yet her hair seemed clean, recently washed- wet and stringy, and vibrantly colored a bubblegum pink. It was pulled out of her face by a tight- slick ponytail that met at the base of her neck.
With wide eyes she glanced around the inside of the building, searching beyond wizards and witches to see if she could find a certain someone. Her legs accidentally walked into a barstool while she did this, which caused an elderly witch sitting next to it to yell out some colorful words, but it did not stop Tonks’ frantic search. She was looking for Neville, hoping she hadn’t missed him- for they were to meet. And before she would charge herself to Spinner’s end, and scold June for running rampant around the whole of England!-Tonks wanted to have a conversation with the guy. She hadn’t seen him in ages, and she suspected they would have much to talk about.