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[wotchesyou]

Who: Tonks and You!
When: Tuesday, August 9th.
Where: Various points in the city starting and ending at the Clinic.
Format: Paragraph to start then whatever tickles your fancy.
What: Tonks is trying to find herself.
Warnings: Angst

Comments

[thenobledie]

[ shirley had watched tonks leave the clinic, saying nothing nor making her presence known. it was something she had to do herself, uninterrupted and brave-faced. when the woman returns, though, is different. ]

Busy day?

[ when she calls to tonks, she is pulling a blanket up to a sleeping patient's chest. it probably looks strange to someone that doesn't know her daily activity in the clinic - like something too maternal for a woman as controlled as shirley, like she is incapable of it. or maybe just chooses to not do. ]

[wotchesyou]

[ She stops on her way to her room. Tonks turns and faces Shirley. ]

No, not really.

[ It's the truth at any rate. Her day had been disappointing and sad. ]

[thenobledie]

[ standing straight, she leaves the patient to sleep and approaches the other woman. ]

But you left.

[ leaving doesn't mean it was busy; leaving means it was successful, for all the disappointment. ]

[wotchesyou]

Yeah, I left. I wish I hadn't though.

[ She is still so quick to anger and it shows on her face. Wankers. Tonks knows that they were just things but they were her things! ]

[thenobledie]

[ her smile fades, and shirley tilts her head. she has learned from when she told tonks of dende's disappearance. ]

I suppose you do not need my telling that it was wise, regardless?

[wotchesyou]

No, I don't. I checked on my old room, everything's gone.

[thenobledie]

[ welp. a pause. then: ]

You have remained here long enough. Perhaps you should earn your keep now.

[wotchesyou]

Yeah. I have.

[ Tonks takes a backwards step. ]

I'll just collect my things and be gone.

[thenobledie]

And go where?

[ she meant stay. work. get paid. have money to buy new things. gosh. apparently, clearing up the misunderstanding by saying so is too hard. or something. shirley, jesus. ]

[wotchesyou]

I don't know. I'll figure something out, I'm sure.

[ Why so difficult Shirley? Why so dumb Tonks? ]

[thenobledie]

[ unwritten laws of the universe?? but she moves right along. ]

There are things in need of repair. Your magic is of use for that, no? Or are you a better healer than Remus?

[ clasping her hands together, she moves to start walking. ]

[wotchesyou]

[ Remus... She had sent him away only to run into him again. What a prat she'd been. ]

I'm better at repairing things.

[ There is not much that she's better at than Remus, whatever he says. ]

Is something broken? I can use a repairing charm on it, if you like.

[thenobledie]

[ her characteristic elegant shrug. ]

How you repair this clinic is your own discretion.

[ congrats, tonks?? you have a job. ]

[wotchesyou]

Is the Clinic in such a bad state of disrepair that it needs to hire me on?

[ Tonks is doubtful Shirley, very doubtful. ]

[thenobledie]

Any healer will tell you that an important aspect of care is prevention.

[ just take the job, jeez. ]

[wotchesyou]

You just want me to stand around and wait for something to break and crack? I suppose I can come in the mornings and poke around. Maybe see if any rooms can be made larger.

[ She's stubborn and defensive, sheesh Shirley. ]