Post by Alek on Mar 22, 2006 14:55:11 GMT -5
There was an odd silence in the house… the kind of silence that could really only be achieved when you knew there were over a dozen other people in the house with you, but you didn’t know who was asleep, who was awake, or if any of them were even home.
It always sent chills down the spine of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place’s own insomniac, Nymphadora Tonks. She hadn’t gotten an actual night of sleep in years, ever since she had become an Auror two years prior to the current date.
Seated on the table in the huge kitchen, the young woman was nibbling slowly on a sandwich she had made. Sitting next to her was a half finished cup of orange juice, along with the carton.
Now, even though she had long been an adult, she still found herself trapped under her mother’s rule. Thus, she wasn’t to be seen in her pajamas with out a robe on to cover her arms and legs. It was ridiculous, but Tonks didn’t feel like getting thrown out of the house, so she went along with what her mother wanted.
It was a drag. The robe she currently wore was entirely too big, the baggy sleeves hanging inches off her thin arms, the extra material hanging past her ankles. Her already extreme clumsiness was magnified tenfold by the thick towel-like material that dragged behind her. It seemed like every time she walked down the stairs she tripped and ended up in a heap at the bottom (something the other Order members either found hilarious, unless it woke up Mrs. Black).
After one such episode that left her with a sore shoulder, she had locked herself in her room all through dinner and now she was trying to get a quick snack in before anyone woke up to come make fun of her for what had happened.
She’s so clumsy, Andromeda. She’ll never be able to do work in the field.
But she passed the tests…and Dumbledore thinks she’ll do just fine!
Yeah, right up until she breaks a window and alerts an entire fleet of Death Eaters that we’re sneakin’ around. She’ll get herself killed!
And since she’d heard that conversation, Tonks hadn’t been allowed on any missions. She stayed in the house and cleaned- all day. Of course, Ginny Weasley, her new tag-along was thrilled. This meant more time to follow her role model around and make sure not to miss a single breath of air that Nymphadora took in.
While Ginny was adorable, it got annoying. Sure, the younger members of the Order found her fascinating; afterall, Metamorphmagus’s don’t come around too often. But was there –anyone- who found her useful to the Order? Of course not. It wasn’t like she was out risking her life every day like the others were.
Severus Snape, for example. He always seemed to be up with things. He didn’t seem that outstanding to her. He was just some guy who could tell a damn good lie. Big deal! She could completely shift her appearance and anything about her. Now –that- was useful, yes?
A little huff passed her pale lips as her eyes –which were blue this evening- narrowed to a glare. As far as Tonks was concerned, she could show him up any day. Or night, since that was the only time she had come out of her room recently. But even if she could stand the way he glared at her like he was fifty times better than she was, she knew that her mother would have her scrubbing rugs if she ever showed any disrespect to any of the older Order members.
Finishing off the sandwich, she hopped off the table and put the orange juice away, now turning to the sink, leaning against the counter as she finished it off. Her gaze wandered out the window, moonlight streaming in to bathe her pale skin and lavender hair in soft, white light. Life was really too boring around here. She was going to die if she didn’t find something to shake things up!
It always sent chills down the spine of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place’s own insomniac, Nymphadora Tonks. She hadn’t gotten an actual night of sleep in years, ever since she had become an Auror two years prior to the current date.
Seated on the table in the huge kitchen, the young woman was nibbling slowly on a sandwich she had made. Sitting next to her was a half finished cup of orange juice, along with the carton.
Now, even though she had long been an adult, she still found herself trapped under her mother’s rule. Thus, she wasn’t to be seen in her pajamas with out a robe on to cover her arms and legs. It was ridiculous, but Tonks didn’t feel like getting thrown out of the house, so she went along with what her mother wanted.
It was a drag. The robe she currently wore was entirely too big, the baggy sleeves hanging inches off her thin arms, the extra material hanging past her ankles. Her already extreme clumsiness was magnified tenfold by the thick towel-like material that dragged behind her. It seemed like every time she walked down the stairs she tripped and ended up in a heap at the bottom (something the other Order members either found hilarious, unless it woke up Mrs. Black).
After one such episode that left her with a sore shoulder, she had locked herself in her room all through dinner and now she was trying to get a quick snack in before anyone woke up to come make fun of her for what had happened.
She’s so clumsy, Andromeda. She’ll never be able to do work in the field.
But she passed the tests…and Dumbledore thinks she’ll do just fine!
Yeah, right up until she breaks a window and alerts an entire fleet of Death Eaters that we’re sneakin’ around. She’ll get herself killed!
And since she’d heard that conversation, Tonks hadn’t been allowed on any missions. She stayed in the house and cleaned- all day. Of course, Ginny Weasley, her new tag-along was thrilled. This meant more time to follow her role model around and make sure not to miss a single breath of air that Nymphadora took in.
While Ginny was adorable, it got annoying. Sure, the younger members of the Order found her fascinating; afterall, Metamorphmagus’s don’t come around too often. But was there –anyone- who found her useful to the Order? Of course not. It wasn’t like she was out risking her life every day like the others were.
Severus Snape, for example. He always seemed to be up with things. He didn’t seem that outstanding to her. He was just some guy who could tell a damn good lie. Big deal! She could completely shift her appearance and anything about her. Now –that- was useful, yes?
A little huff passed her pale lips as her eyes –which were blue this evening- narrowed to a glare. As far as Tonks was concerned, she could show him up any day. Or night, since that was the only time she had come out of her room recently. But even if she could stand the way he glared at her like he was fifty times better than she was, she knew that her mother would have her scrubbing rugs if she ever showed any disrespect to any of the older Order members.
Finishing off the sandwich, she hopped off the table and put the orange juice away, now turning to the sink, leaning against the counter as she finished it off. Her gaze wandered out the window, moonlight streaming in to bathe her pale skin and lavender hair in soft, white light. Life was really too boring around here. She was going to die if she didn’t find something to shake things up!