Life isn't bliss. Life is just this: it's living.
Does anyone know that I-just-got-hit-by-a-bus feeling?
Where you're just idly sitting at home when you get a letter that scares you shitless?
And then, later on, you get scarier news and then the best news of your life?
For those 6 hours you're on disaster control because things are happening and they're either really good or really bad.
And that's what it is to truly be alive.. to adapt to those situations.
Well, I just spent the last 17 hours living my ass off.
In shorthand:
Tonks was on her mission in London, routine, nothing out of the ordinary, just like all the other teams assigned to the stakeout.
Tonks is out strolling at night (or perhaps early in the morning), and she gets hit from behind out on the street: 5 Cruciatus curses.
She lies where she falls, and doesn't get back to HQ because she's unconscious.
Kingsley found her yesterday morning and took her to St. Mungo's.
After lots of testing they began to determine what had happened.
It was then that Tonks woke up, fairly coherent. She was able to tell her story, which correlated with the test results, until the one snag of finding traces of lunasc in her blood.
Lunasc is a mineral that's only made by werewolves, so it's understandable that they decided to run more tests. (Tonks also had no recollection of me biting her)
It turns out that the lunasc is not from a bite, nor is it from having sex with a werewolf... the only way a non-werewolf can have lunasc in their blood and survive is by carrying a werewolf's child.
Tonks is pregnant. And rather upset about the whole thing considering today is her 26th birthday.
To make matters worse, she's just applied for the DADA position at Hogwarts and is worried that she won't be able to take the job. She's due in April.
We have yet to discuss whether or not we're keeping the baby. The Ministry seems rather accomadating about it (maybe because she's injured; or perhaps because they don't know it's going to be some kind of werewolf child).
I want to keep the baby. I think it's fate.. it's a sign that we're meant to be together.
Sirius is going to kill me. Knocking up his favorite cousin..
Oh, she's waking up now.. time to have a chat.
Where you're just idly sitting at home when you get a letter that scares you shitless?
And then, later on, you get scarier news and then the best news of your life?
For those 6 hours you're on disaster control because things are happening and they're either really good or really bad.
And that's what it is to truly be alive.. to adapt to those situations.
Well, I just spent the last 17 hours living my ass off.
In shorthand:
Sirius is going to kill me. Knocking up his favorite cousin..
Oh, she's waking up now.. time to have a chat.