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WHO: Tonks and you!
WHERE: The MAC building, the different floors and various public rooms.
WHEN: March 28th
WARNINGS: N/A
SUMMARY: Tonks is new in town, so new that she still has that ‘just fell off the turnip truck’ smell. Sure, she’s been given an apartment at the MAC to stay in but that doesn’t mean that it’s safe. Constant Vigilance! She’s going to be checking the floors, one by one, along with the public use rooms. When that’s done she’s going to check out her individual flat. She’s not paranoid like Moody. She’s just playing it safe.
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Tonks reached up to her chest and pulled the dog tags out from underneath her shirt. All things considered, they weren’t the worst ever to wear. They weren’t dainty. It was something she might normally wear. What she didn’t like was the circumstances that had forced her to wear them. It wasn’t of her choosing. Tonks didn’t have to wear them, she knew that. Until she could figure out this city, however, Tonks thought it was best to play along.
She read the names on the dog tags. Dora Tonks. Badger. For a moment, she envied Remus and his friends. They had codenames. Even Mad-Eye had something of a codename despite Mad-Eye being more of a warning and description of her mentor than an actual codename. Mad-Eye was in fact mad, sane people didn’t want to travel through cloud banks. Dora was the closest thing she had to a nickname. It was preferred to the full length of her name. There was no bloody way she was going by Nymphadora. She at least liked Dora.
She thought that Badger seemed an appropriate moniker but a generic one. She was a Hufflepuff. The mascot of Hufflepuffs was the badger. On more than one occasion she had even been known to badger a person. It fit. It worked. It just wasn’t special. Then again, if a person had a name like Nymphadora did that same person need something really outlandish? They probably did not.
Tonks shoved the dog tags back into the confines of her blouse. She hoped that the conversation she had on the network was true. If she returned, hoped that it was at the exact moment she was taken. It was upsetting to think that her parents would miss her, Moody too. The old goat didn’t have anyone else. It would have been incredibly easy to have herself a little pity party for one right then and there. However, she didn’t want to give into those feelings. Moody would say, yell really, constant vigilance and get to work. She could and would do the same even though this was not the best day of her life.
The day had started normally for her. She had gotten up, dressed in a tweed suit and then apparated to Grimmauld Place in order to escort Harry, Hermione and the Weasley children back to Hogwart’s on the Knight Bus. That mission had gone well and Tonks had returned to her flat to get dressed for her Auror duties back at the Ministry of Magic. She had no sooner shoved her wand into the pocket of her coat when she felt a simultaneous pull on her body coming from all directions.
She hadn’t disapparated against her will or touched a portkey that she was unaware of. No, she had been transported to a completely new world. It could be worse, she recognized. Both of her buttocks were still attached. She had her magic. She hadn’t lost her ability to morph and most importantly, she had her wits and her wand. Tonks was sure that she would survive. Being comfortable and happy, on the other hand, remained to be seen.
She had walked the long distance to the MAC building. It would do. Her dog tags listed her apartment number. Constant vigilance being the name of the game, she had to admit that it could be a trap. So far, she hadn’t been able to detect anything amiss outside but she had yet to examine the interior of the building.
If it wasn’t a trap, she’d at least have shelter. Calling it an apartment would take some getting used to. It should have been a flat. Tonks supposed that the difference was just one of a few things she’d have to get use to. It wouldn’t be chips anymore; they’d be french fries while crisps became chips. Well, she wouldn’t call crisps chips and chips fries, she’d just have to get used to hearing them being called that. She knew that there was going to be a lot of things that she’d have to get used to.
Tonks stood up and picked up her communicator. She shoved it into the pocket of her maroon coat. First, thing was first. She’d scout the interior, floor by floor. If everything checked out, she’d move onto her flat. If the flat checked out, she’d attempt to settle in as much as she could.
She’d make do.
WHERE: The MAC building, the different floors and various public rooms.
WHEN: March 28th
WARNINGS: N/A
SUMMARY: Tonks is new in town, so new that she still has that ‘just fell off the turnip truck’ smell. Sure, she’s been given an apartment at the MAC to stay in but that doesn’t mean that it’s safe. Constant Vigilance! She’s going to be checking the floors, one by one, along with the public use rooms. When that’s done she’s going to check out her individual flat. She’s not paranoid like Moody. She’s just playing it safe.
FORMAT: Paragraph then whatever you like.
Tonks reached up to her chest and pulled the dog tags out from underneath her shirt. All things considered, they weren’t the worst ever to wear. They weren’t dainty. It was something she might normally wear. What she didn’t like was the circumstances that had forced her to wear them. It wasn’t of her choosing. Tonks didn’t have to wear them, she knew that. Until she could figure out this city, however, Tonks thought it was best to play along.
She read the names on the dog tags. Dora Tonks. Badger. For a moment, she envied Remus and his friends. They had codenames. Even Mad-Eye had something of a codename despite Mad-Eye being more of a warning and description of her mentor than an actual codename. Mad-Eye was in fact mad, sane people didn’t want to travel through cloud banks. Dora was the closest thing she had to a nickname. It was preferred to the full length of her name. There was no bloody way she was going by Nymphadora. She at least liked Dora.
She thought that Badger seemed an appropriate moniker but a generic one. She was a Hufflepuff. The mascot of Hufflepuffs was the badger. On more than one occasion she had even been known to badger a person. It fit. It worked. It just wasn’t special. Then again, if a person had a name like Nymphadora did that same person need something really outlandish? They probably did not.
Tonks shoved the dog tags back into the confines of her blouse. She hoped that the conversation she had on the network was true. If she returned, hoped that it was at the exact moment she was taken. It was upsetting to think that her parents would miss her, Moody too. The old goat didn’t have anyone else. It would have been incredibly easy to have herself a little pity party for one right then and there. However, she didn’t want to give into those feelings. Moody would say, yell really, constant vigilance and get to work. She could and would do the same even though this was not the best day of her life.
The day had started normally for her. She had gotten up, dressed in a tweed suit and then apparated to Grimmauld Place in order to escort Harry, Hermione and the Weasley children back to Hogwart’s on the Knight Bus. That mission had gone well and Tonks had returned to her flat to get dressed for her Auror duties back at the Ministry of Magic. She had no sooner shoved her wand into the pocket of her coat when she felt a simultaneous pull on her body coming from all directions.
She hadn’t disapparated against her will or touched a portkey that she was unaware of. No, she had been transported to a completely new world. It could be worse, she recognized. Both of her buttocks were still attached. She had her magic. She hadn’t lost her ability to morph and most importantly, she had her wits and her wand. Tonks was sure that she would survive. Being comfortable and happy, on the other hand, remained to be seen.
She had walked the long distance to the MAC building. It would do. Her dog tags listed her apartment number. Constant vigilance being the name of the game, she had to admit that it could be a trap. So far, she hadn’t been able to detect anything amiss outside but she had yet to examine the interior of the building.
If it wasn’t a trap, she’d at least have shelter. Calling it an apartment would take some getting used to. It should have been a flat. Tonks supposed that the difference was just one of a few things she’d have to get use to. It wouldn’t be chips anymore; they’d be french fries while crisps became chips. Well, she wouldn’t call crisps chips and chips fries, she’d just have to get used to hearing them being called that. She knew that there was going to be a lot of things that she’d have to get used to.
Tonks stood up and picked up her communicator. She shoved it into the pocket of her maroon coat. First, thing was first. She’d scout the interior, floor by floor. If everything checked out, she’d move onto her flat. If the flat checked out, she’d attempt to settle in as much as she could.
She’d make do.