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Post by Nymphadora Tonks on Sept 24, 2012 0:26:32 GMT -5
you can never know which way your world will turn
or how the stars are gonna fall  salty tears - they burnand there are lessons you will learnbut you'll be stronger for it all, yes you will* * * * * *[/center] Tonks had never been what she'd consider the best student. She'd more than pulled her weight in her studies, yes, and sure, she figured she was pretty well smart enough; she'd had to be, to pass the gruelling NEWTs exams required for simple entry into the Auror Academy )and the Academy was a whole new barrel of Flobberworms best left untouched). Otherwise, though, she'd been too much of a...well, a mischief-maker. Trouble with a capital T. Lacking certain necessary qualities. Definitely more likely to end up in front of the Headmaster for misdemeanours rather than praise and reward. Especially in her case; she had a special gift, as they'd liked to remind her on occasion, and thus, she had a responsibility to others not to use it in ill-favour.
Though in the case of Professor Dumbledore, you sometimes had to wonder... [/s] or she at least, had to wonder on occasion. Of course, she'd never ever want to really anger or disappoint the Headmaster, but even when she'd been in for a scolding for whatever mischief she'd gotten up to at whatever time, she'd never quite felt as ashamed as she probably should. Perhaps, just maybe, because she could have sworn - and could still swear - that the Headmaster had found her antics a little amusing on occasion. Maybe. Which went a long way to mollify a girl who really wasn't out to hurt anyone, but had amittedly spent at least a third of her time in detention for responding to certain insults pertaining to her name. Or her powers. Even if he always insisted on calling her dreadful sodding Nymphadora. And perhaps all of what the above thought-ramble pertained to was also why she wasn't quite as intimidated by the idea of visiting with Professor Dumbledore as some might be. More curious than intimidated, really."Fizzing Whizzbees." Tonks grinned when the gargoyle leapt aside in response to her favorite sweet (ever), though it was stifled by a light curse when one of her boots immediately caught on the small groove in between the hallway and the stairs leading to the Headmaster's office. She could have sworn she heard a slight snicker from the gargoyle - she was damn well convinced the thing was sentient, regardless of what others thought - and stuck her tongue out at it as she righted herself, flicking a lock of vivid bubblegum pink hair before mounting the stairs two at a time until she reached the top. That done, she took a moment to both take a breath and make herself look presentable, as well as covertly ensure she wasn't about to burst in on the Headmaster in the midst of a conversation with another, or something equally important. No such sounds were forthcoming, and thus, Tonks finally knocked on the door, calling with just a little amount of tentativeness to whomever dwelt within. "Wotcher? Professor?"[/size][/blockquote][/left]
all of this, all that there is
i wish for you
Notes: Left it a bit vague, hope you don't mind, Braders. I did so just in case you had a reason for Albus really wanting to see her. Also, you get to be the first one tormented by my trying out this new coding graphics prettiness...do you know how hard it was to find words to suit these two? Hope it works for you. xD |
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Post by Albus. P.W.B. Dumbledore on Sept 28, 2012 14:33:24 GMT -5
Albus Dumbledore had been the Headmaster of Hogwarts for 39 years, and in the seven years that Nymphadora had been here, no-one had been sent to his office as much as she had. Quite a few of the teachers registered complaints about her, and more than once. some of them had even suggested expelling her, their reasoning being that she was a menace, a distraction and a danger to the student body, and even a danger to the faculty themselves. But Albus had always stood by her. He saw past the trouble-maker and behind that fácade, he saw that there was indeed a hard working student. Granted he had seen her many a time, and even signed many a detention slip for her. And one occasion, she had even served detention for him, helping to clean and sort out his small personal library. What he found to be a fun afternoon, she saw more as tedious work, and couldn’t wait to get out. Unfortunately, no matter how tedious the work was, nothing seemed to deter her from her trouble-making.
Many teachers were glad when she had gone, but Albus was, in a sense sad to see her go. The two had grown close, so it was no surprise that when she wrote to him, asking for her to sponsor her application to the Auror academy, he agreed to. Most of the teaching staff claimed that she wouldn’t last, and one or two even placed bets on how long it would be before she dropped out. Albus of course never joined in. In fact, he was never even told of the bet, but of course he knew about it. So they were all quite surprised when she did in fact graduate from the Auror Academy.
Albus of course wasn’t surprised. She had occasionally sent him owls asking for his help and advice, and he was only too happy to assist. And of course, although she didn’t know it, he was also in contact with Alastor Moody, her tutor. He provided her with report on how she was doing. Yes. Albus Dumbledore had been keeping a close eye on Nymphadora Tonks.
And of course, when he had reformed the Order of the Phoenix, he was only too happy to initiate Tonks into the order. She of course accepted. Since then, Albus has put her to good use. Her powers as a Metamorphmagus came in very useful during concealment missions. Almost as useful as Minervas Animagus Ability. Who would suspect that the cat lounging on the fense, was in fact a spy. And of course, she made for good company. Which was why this meeting had been called. Part tea meeting, part business. He had in fact been contemplating sending Remus to the Werewolves. It would be useful to have a spy among them, and he was trying to get all of the order members opinions before he made his final decision.
And as the appointed time grew nearer, the food appeared as well. House elves appeared as if from nowhere carrying plates that had upon them, sandwiches, ham and pickle, cheese and pickle, cheese, ham and mayo, chicken and mayo, pork, beef, egg salad. You name it, the elves had made it. There were also cakes, cookies, red vines (a muggle sweet he had discovered in the summer), an assortment of pastrys, and few other bits and bobs. And of course, as always, there was a bowl of Liquorice Snaps resting on the side of his desk.
Seconds after the last house elf had disapparated, there came a knock on his door, followed by a "Wotcher? Professor?" He settled himself behind his desk, lit a few candles and called out “Come in Nymphadora.” He of course knew it was her, from her standard ‘Wotcher’ greeting.
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Words: 643 Muse: N/A Tagged: Nymphadora Notes: I think it’s fine. The graphics are great. I am gonna put some of my own words up, I just don’t have the time to make them yet. I’ll add them in tomorrow. And I know how hard it is to find words for these two. I’m sure I’ll have great fun trying to find some as well :-) |
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Post by Nymphadora Tonks on Oct 5, 2012 1:44:23 GMT -5
you can never know which way your world will turn
or how the stars are gonna fall salty tears - they burnand there are lessons you will learnbut you'll be stronger for it all, yes you will* * * * * *[/center] Tonks was known to heartily dislike her Christian name. To the point where she had threatened, quite literally, to put people at wand point for using it one too many times. Very few got away with it, and if you used it one too many times on a bad day, it was entirely enough to trigger her temper. Fortunately, Dumbledore had become counted amongst the few whom she could deal with referring to her as such...purely because she knew well enough after seven years plus of knowing the kooky, wise old Headmaster that to try and convince him otherwise of anything once his mind was made up was downright impossible. To be honest, it had almost become an affectionate exchange when it came to greeting the Professor; he welcomed her with rather decided use of her name, and she made a comical face in response in the form of what was almost a habit of hers - playfully crinkling her nose at him/other people.
Which she did so now, of course, making exactly that face at the use of her name rolling off those serene (yet somehow strangely energetic) tones as she closed the door behind her, though in that odd way, it was soothing. Calming, after the sort of day being an Auror could bring. Oh, without a doubt, she was familiar with the rounded office of the Headmaster in that discomfitting way only troublemakers could be, but at the same time, even with curiousity burning at what she was summoned for (apart from, as she'd affectionately dubbed it, Tea with Tonks), she'd always found Dumbledore's study oddly reassurring. The softly whirring instruments, the smells, the familiar Licorice Snaps (that she'd upended and been accosted by more than once), the afternoon sun streaming in through the high windows and onto snoozing portraits, the presence of Fawkes...it was just...comforting. Even the numerous books were comforting though she'd never ever tell Dumbledore that she blamed him for giving her a newfound appreciation for literature after those detentions.
Speaking of the phoenix himself...
"Wotcher, Fawkes." Tonks characteristically ebullient voice softened, as it had a way of unconsciously doing, when greeting the mythical red and gold bird. On more than one occasion she'd changed her hair to suit his plumage - a kooky form of flattery, really - but she spared showing off her magic for the present, instead slowly holding a hand out, palm up, to Fawkes. Not pushing for attention from the phoenix, respectful enough to offer him the opportunity to greet her in kind however he wished rather than force herself on him, though she still kept half a smile out of the corner of her eye for Dumbledore while she did so. And the food - oh Merlin, that was just torment to her starving stomach; she hadn't eaten all day.
"You weren't joking about afternoon tea, were you, Professor?" Tonks chuckled.
all of this, all that there is
i wish for you
Notes: I AM. THE WORST. RPER. EVER. |
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