[open] once amid the soft silver sadness in the sky

[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. ]

[thenobledie]

More space would, certainly, be beneficial.

[wotchesyou]

It doesn't take just a flick of my wand to make wizarding space, it's a bit more complicated than that.

[thenobledie]

And you will be compensated.

[wotchesyou]

I don't need charity Shirley.

[thenobledie]

[ stopping (oh, i guess she was walking the whole time. oops.), a pause, and then, turning. her hands are still clasped together. ]

You do not know charity, then. Your room is a valuable space that others in dire need will require, and if you wish to keep it, the least to be done is to provide your skills to the clinic.

[ the slightest incline of her head. ]

And true, it is an opportunity for your own progress, but to treat guiding hands as charity is to destroy your path. Do not be foolish, Nymphadora. No one succeeds purely by their own.

[wotchesyou]

[ Tonks lowers her head. ]

I'll do it then but I don't want to stay here anymore, not really.

[thenobledie]

[ shirley nods. ]

You will be paid, then.

[ JUST AS PLANNED. ]

[wotchesyou]

Alright, then.