so tell me when you're gonna let me in
Who: Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks
When: June 10th, before the masquerade.
Where: The dojo.
Format: Prose to start and then ???
What: Tonks meets up with Remus before the party.
Warnings: N/A
Tonks surveys herself in the mirror. She frowns. Briefly, she scrunches up her nose and squeezes her eyes shut. The end of her hair morphs and lengenths and fades from turquoise to cobalt to magenta. She opens her eyes and surveys her handiwork. Tonks is pleased with it and adds a few finishing touches that consist or ornamental butterflies and feathers.
She steps back and examines the rest of her costume for the Masquerade. Tonks will add the wings later. She doesn't want to walk, however short the distance, through Anatole with them on. Besides, she does need a little bit of help in attaching them to the back of her dress.
"That's as good as it's going to get," she says to herself. Tonks is not being self-depreciative. Minus the wings, there's nothing else that needs to be done now. She turns away from the mirror and with the use her wand, shrinks down her wings for ease of the travel. The wings, her mask, along with a small, brown-papered box, go into a small bag that she hangs from her wrist.
With intent and deliberation, Tonks apparates to just outside of the dojo. He's going, she knows. She won't force him to wear a costume. That would be rude. However, in the off chance that he had changed his mind, what's in the shrunken down, brown-papered box, will help.
"Oi, Remus? You about?" She calls out after she enters the dojo.
There should not be butterflies in her stomach but no one told the butterflies that.
When: June 10th, before the masquerade.
Where: The dojo.
Format: Prose to start and then ???
What: Tonks meets up with Remus before the party.
Warnings: N/A
Tonks surveys herself in the mirror. She frowns. Briefly, she scrunches up her nose and squeezes her eyes shut. The end of her hair morphs and lengenths and fades from turquoise to cobalt to magenta. She opens her eyes and surveys her handiwork. Tonks is pleased with it and adds a few finishing touches that consist or ornamental butterflies and feathers.
She steps back and examines the rest of her costume for the Masquerade. Tonks will add the wings later. She doesn't want to walk, however short the distance, through Anatole with them on. Besides, she does need a little bit of help in attaching them to the back of her dress.
"That's as good as it's going to get," she says to herself. Tonks is not being self-depreciative. Minus the wings, there's nothing else that needs to be done now. She turns away from the mirror and with the use her wand, shrinks down her wings for ease of the travel. The wings, her mask, along with a small, brown-papered box, go into a small bag that she hangs from her wrist.
With intent and deliberation, Tonks apparates to just outside of the dojo. He's going, she knows. She won't force him to wear a costume. That would be rude. However, in the off chance that he had changed his mind, what's in the shrunken down, brown-papered box, will help.
"Oi, Remus? You about?" She calls out after she enters the dojo.
There should not be butterflies in her stomach but no one told the butterflies that.