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WHO: Tonks and anyone that shows up!
WHEN: Day 2 of Victim flood
WHERE: Library
WARNINGS: None right now
Tonks will be leading the session as best she can, but you guys can break off into smaller threads beneath the post if you want (like each warden/inmate or small groups). If you don't want Tonks in your thread, please specify that. Otherwise she'll be popping in and out of each.
Tonks was nervous, to say the least. She had shown up two hours before noon, knowing this wasn't the room of requirement, to prepare. The wand had made relatively easy work of rearranging tables to form a large square where she could sort off people into smaller groups. It was a tough decision as to whether or not she should separate inmates from their wardens. They would be more likely to talk to each other, but that could lead to plotting if there wasn't supervision. She wasn't dumb. She had been one of them back at Hogwarts.
Since then, for the past hour and a half, she had been sitting nervously in a chair facing the entrance though near the opposite end of the room. Waiting. She had received both positive and negative feedback about the idea and even in her mind it sounded cliche. But what else could she do to help out? At the very least, it might give her some time to talk to Ethan and Q. Well, maybe just Q. Maybe. She was all for hoping.
In her concern, her hair had reverted to its regular, mousy brown color that didn't suit her well at all. Her black jacket hung open and her hufflepuff tie was loose around her neck. Her knees were together with her feet sprawled out and pointing inward at an awkward angle. Her wand was still in her hand and she spun it around nervously, feeling every minuscule curve of the grain in the wood. Someone had to come.
WHEN: Day 2 of Victim flood
WHERE: Library
WARNINGS: None right now
Tonks will be leading the session as best she can, but you guys can break off into smaller threads beneath the post if you want (like each warden/inmate or small groups). If you don't want Tonks in your thread, please specify that. Otherwise she'll be popping in and out of each.
Tonks was nervous, to say the least. She had shown up two hours before noon, knowing this wasn't the room of requirement, to prepare. The wand had made relatively easy work of rearranging tables to form a large square where she could sort off people into smaller groups. It was a tough decision as to whether or not she should separate inmates from their wardens. They would be more likely to talk to each other, but that could lead to plotting if there wasn't supervision. She wasn't dumb. She had been one of them back at Hogwarts.
Since then, for the past hour and a half, she had been sitting nervously in a chair facing the entrance though near the opposite end of the room. Waiting. She had received both positive and negative feedback about the idea and even in her mind it sounded cliche. But what else could she do to help out? At the very least, it might give her some time to talk to Ethan and Q. Well, maybe just Q. Maybe. She was all for hoping.
In her concern, her hair had reverted to its regular, mousy brown color that didn't suit her well at all. Her black jacket hung open and her hufflepuff tie was loose around her neck. Her knees were together with her feet sprawled out and pointing inward at an awkward angle. Her wand was still in her hand and she spun it around nervously, feeling every minuscule curve of the grain in the wood. Someone had to come.