for mayfield_rpg something awful this way comes - 006

[imwotchingyou]

1 - Action for residents of 5721 Cunningham Lane

[ Tonks doesn't look much like herself. As of yesterday morning, she's been without the ability to morph herself. As a result, she's back to being stuck in brownscale. Her mousy-brown hair hangs down past her shoulders. She doesn't understand how normal people live with being stuck in brownscale

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[true_marauder]

[He's upstairs when she knocks on the door, in the study where he likes to take refuge since his 'wife' views it as 'his space' and only bothers him when it's time for a meal. At first he doesn't pay any attention; surly it's not someone looking for him since there are only a few people who even know where he is. But the sound continues and he makes his way down the stairs, once again feeling the lack of his wand.]

Nymphadora?

[imwotchingyou]

[ She doesn't even care that he used her first name. As soon as he has the door open, she's stepping in for a hug. Tonks doesn't care about who sees them. ]

Oh, Remus.

[ Here she is, an Auror, in desperate need of a hug. What would Mad-Eye say? ]

[needlesthrubugs]

[Not!daughter comes creeping down the stairs.]

Mr. Lupin?

[Shilo didn't get a letter, but she's heard all about it, and so she's extremely nervous about letting anyone in the house.]

[true_marauder]

Shilo. [He's asked her to call him Remus, but she doesn't seem to be comfortable with that. He hopes she'll get used to it.]

It's alright. This is my friend Nymphadora, but she prefers to be called Tonks for some reason. [He tires to keep his voice light; he's worried, but not that Tonks would ever hurt him or anyone under his protection.]

[phone]

[imwotchingyou]

I've been better, yeah. Have you been asked to do anything out of the ordinary Harry?

[phone]

[imwotchingyou]

Yeah, that. I don't recall a question twenty-six on my census form. If there had been, I would have penciled in my own response consisting of 'Go sod yourself with an un-oiled broomstick.'