" Constant vigilance is a bit exhausting."

Long rant is indeed long, she doesn't hold back at all. Well, she holds back enough that she's not swearing like a mad, bloody sailor.

This is concerning beyondtherift, mayfield_rpg, & counted_stars.

" I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking!"

About a month ago, Tonks suggested that she could brew up a batch of Polyjuice Potion. It was mentioned as a way to get Sirius out of the 12 Grimmauld Place.

" The Polyjuice Potion is ready to go."

" Who I am without morphing powers?"

Tonks is having a moment. She can't morph. She doesn't have her wand. She doesn't have a lick of magical talent at the moment. She loathes Mayfield. Bad things are happening and she can't do anything. It's getting to her.

" What t'do on an evening off?"

Baking's something like potion making, right?

Tonks put the phone back down onto its receiver. The phone call had been interesting, frightening but interesting. The Angel statues were alive. They wanted to kill them. They were not like the Gargoyles at Hogwarts. She decided during the phone call that she would need to check on Sirius Black and Molly Weasley. Someone had to do it and the fact ( Read more... )

1. 1337 Benny Road
[Tonks rolls over in her bed and promptly lands, with a very loud thud and a little shriek, on her rear-end. That's not unusual for her. What is unsual for her is waking up in a bedroom that she doesn't recognize.

When she does slog the last of sleep from her brain, the residents of the house may be in for it.]

2. The front ( Read more... )

" Double shifts lead to something something..."

" Never should've given Mum a key..." It comes as a complete shock that Andromeda overhears her. Oops.

" Oi!" Tonks shouted, "Hands off mate!"

" No more double-shifts this week, please."

" Quidditch? Pub crawl? Something else entirely?" Tonks tries to come up with ideas for Sirius' day of freedom, ( Read more... )