Title: Young Tonks
Summary: Tonks discovers an ability she never knew she had
Characters/Pairings: Nymadora Tonks, Andromeda Tonks
Genre: Humor
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Rating/Warnings: G
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Word Count: 484
Disclaimer: I'm on hating on blondes. I just picked a random hair color.
Blonde was an ugly color, Tonks pondered to herself. It was too close to yellow for Tonks’s liking. And the young six year old could not stand the color yellow. Two years previously she had eaten one too many bananas before going to visit her dreadful Aunt Narcissa and Uncle Lucius. She arrived at the decadent manor with white peacocks wandering all over the lawn. Her older snooty relatives faked pleasantries and smiles while eyeing her with disdain. Tonks felt a wave of nausea wash over her body. Then with a snarling smile from Lucius, the bananas had returned to the air and landed on Lucius shiny black shoes. Afterwards the Tonks were no longer invited to the Malfoy Manor, and little Tonks never ate a banana again.
So yellow left a negative connotation in the six year old’s mind. But teal was a pretty color. It reminded Tonks of pictures she’d seen of the Caribbean’s pristine ocean waters. She smiled at the thought. Teal would be an excellent color to have for hair, rather than the horrendous blonde she’d inherited.
“Nymphadora I thought I asked you to clean your room hours ago…” The older woman’s voice trailed off, and turned into a scream. “NYMPHADORA WHAT ON EARTH HAVE YOU DONE?”
“Mother, what’s wrong?” Tonks asked shocked by the screaming. Yes she had been daydreaming rather than cleaning her room, but it wasn’t messy enough to induce screams.
“YOUR HAIR! IT’S …BLUE?” Andromeda pointed her mouth still opened wide in a gape.
Tonks dashed to her mirror only to be met with a reflection that couldn’t belong to herself. Her normally blonde hair had transformed into the gentle teal she had so admired. Pulling a lock in front of her face, she stared entranced by the change that had occurred. “But I thought it was… blonde.”
As if by magic, which neither had yet realized was the cause, the teal hair returned to its blonde state. “Mother, what’s happening?” Tonks called out both frightened and amazed.
“Oh everything’s fine,” Andromeda sighed. “You’re a Metamorhagus! You can change your appearance. I had thought you’d use one of those Muggle hair dye kits, but it appears you have a rare gift, barely bestowed upon wizards.”
The six year old tilted her head in confusion, still not fully comprehending. She’d never heard the term before, but if it allowed her to change her appearance, then it might come in handy. Closing her eyes, she concentrated only on the color hot pink (as fluorescent and obnoxious as she could conjure in her mind, the brighter the better). She heard her mother omit a gasp, and Tonks ripped open her eyes to see the teal transform into the bright fuscia color. Andromeda watched in amazement. A devilish grin began to spread across Tonks’s cheek. “Cool,” she murmured, the thought of never having to be a blonde again excite her.
484/50 = 9.68 + 5 = 15
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