think of me in the depths of your despair
Who: Tonks and ... ? (semi-open)
When: Late Saturday night, June 18th, 2011.
Where: at the docks.
Format: Prose to start, whatever to follow.
What: After being kidnapped and tortured by Bellatrix Lestrange, Tonks is finally free.
Notes: Permission has been granted for showing previous broadcast minds and posts. The torture log is still in progress but Aeri & I have mapped out how it's going to go and end.
The weight of what she has been shown sunk in. Bellatrix's words added the chains and Tonks finally understood and comprehended the depths of it. She realized why Remus had been so strange.
Tonks turned her head in Bellatrix direction.
You made a mistake Bellatrix. You picked on the one person with the spark, the one person in all of Anatole who had the potential to be just as cracked, just as frenzied. The same blood courses through the both of their veins. It was a simple twist of fate that she's Tonks and not another Black. Not that it'll save you Bellatrix, a reckoning is coming for you.
What happened next, happened over seconds. How it happened was a matter of debate.
Magic can be amplified by strong emotions. Antatole naturally amplifies and increases magic and spells. With all that Tonks had been put through, all that she had been forced to endure, it was a wonder that it happened sooner.
Accio wand.
Her wand was in her hand. Much like the first time they had battled in Anatole, a violent burst of lightning erupted out of her wand. Bellatrix was thrown backwards and Tonks was free.
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Tonks is running on auto-pilot.
Starving, dirty, and thirsty she apparates and arrives unsplinched near the docks. She doesn't stay there. Instead, Tonks wanders north towards a more residential section of the city.
She comes to stop by a fountain. She's barefoot. Her hair is a light mousy shade of brown. Its matted and tangled as though Tonks hasn't washed in days. She hasn't. There's little left of her Peaseblossom guise from the Masquerade. Her dress is tattered.
She sits down on the edge of the fountain and bends down to scoop water into her mouth with her free hand. Tonks has her wand and nothing and no one will take it from her again. She's so thirsty but after a few sips she starts to cough. It's too much.
Tonks collapses backward into the water. Her body doesn't twitch as the cold water washes over her. She doesn't care.
She is completely exhausted and soon her eyes close.
When: Late Saturday night, June 18th, 2011.
Where: at the docks.
Format: Prose to start, whatever to follow.
What: After being kidnapped and tortured by Bellatrix Lestrange, Tonks is finally free.
Notes: Permission has been granted for showing previous broadcast minds and posts. The torture log is still in progress but Aeri & I have mapped out how it's going to go and end.
The weight of what she has been shown sunk in. Bellatrix's words added the chains and Tonks finally understood and comprehended the depths of it. She realized why Remus had been so strange.
Tonks turned her head in Bellatrix direction.
You made a mistake Bellatrix. You picked on the one person with the spark, the one person in all of Anatole who had the potential to be just as cracked, just as frenzied. The same blood courses through the both of their veins. It was a simple twist of fate that she's Tonks and not another Black. Not that it'll save you Bellatrix, a reckoning is coming for you.
What happened next, happened over seconds. How it happened was a matter of debate.
Magic can be amplified by strong emotions. Antatole naturally amplifies and increases magic and spells. With all that Tonks had been put through, all that she had been forced to endure, it was a wonder that it happened sooner.
Accio wand.
Her wand was in her hand. Much like the first time they had battled in Anatole, a violent burst of lightning erupted out of her wand. Bellatrix was thrown backwards and Tonks was free.
----
Tonks is running on auto-pilot.
Starving, dirty, and thirsty she apparates and arrives unsplinched near the docks. She doesn't stay there. Instead, Tonks wanders north towards a more residential section of the city.
She comes to stop by a fountain. She's barefoot. Her hair is a light mousy shade of brown. Its matted and tangled as though Tonks hasn't washed in days. She hasn't. There's little left of her Peaseblossom guise from the Masquerade. Her dress is tattered.
She sits down on the edge of the fountain and bends down to scoop water into her mouth with her free hand. Tonks has her wand and nothing and no one will take it from her again. She's so thirsty but after a few sips she starts to cough. It's too much.
Tonks collapses backward into the water. Her body doesn't twitch as the cold water washes over her. She doesn't care.
She is completely exhausted and soon her eyes close.