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Name: Tonks
Country: United Kingdom
Metro: London
Gender: Female
Interests: Tripping over everything, changing my hair colour, hating my extended family, clubbing when I'm not tied down with endless paperwork
Expertise: disguise, transfiguration, flying, NOT being stealthy
Occupation: Auror
Industry: Ministry of Magic
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AIM:  AurorTonks24
Member Since:
6/23/2003
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| [[Holy crap, look who's back. After reading the last book and then seeing Sage and the others start back up again, I figured why not. I'm also fighting some nasty insomnia. Xanga's changed a lot since I was on it last so tweaking of the aesthetics might take some time. Anyway, I'm starting post book six. Let's see how long I keep it going...]]
As the Weasleys prep for the wedding, I feel it is time for a poll: What color should I wear to the wedding? Is pink hair too ridiculous? Hermione was right, it is a good time for a wedding. I must remember to save Moody a slice of cake, though. Sugar wins over cynicism every time.
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| [[Yes, yes, here and not, sue me. I'm currently procrastinating on a 2500 word paper due tomorrow. UGH.]]
Tonks looked around at the chaos she had Apparted into. "Great," she thought. "Recon."
She looked around the house in its sickening state. Everything was coated in layers of liquids/solids she didn't even want to think about.
Even though she had ascertained that the house was empty before she Apparted, she still held her wand out in front of her. "No reason to get my nose bit off by a bloody spider," she thought sardonically.
The house had belonged to a member of the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry. She didn't know him, and had only been given a very brief profile, as most was highly classified: Lived alone, creaky old house out in Exter, and tortured and murdered last week by a upper-tier death eater.
"And I'm out on recon." She grimaced when her hand felt something squishy. "Oh godric what was that...Oh I don't want to know." Tonks' stomach did a meancing flip, and she headed quickly to the library, where she tripped over the edge of the rug and landed on her face. "Yep, that's a bruise. What did I bloody trip over this time?" She looked behind her, wand steady, pointed at...a cat?
A small black cat with yellow eyes stared at her from under the flipped up corner of the carpet. A small beyond-cutest-thing-in-the-world-black cat with yellow eyes. There was no decision to be made: The cat was definitely coming with. The scrawny thing mewed quietly when she picked him up and put him in her cloak pocket. She went through the files in the library with renewed determination, and after about an hour, found the ones she needed and got out. | | |
| [[Yeah, yeah, yeah, I never post. Well, neither does anyone else, and I'm in effing college for crying out loud. There is no time. But this is special. It's being said that Tonks has been cast for OotP!!!
The actress is Natalia Tena.
and here's a picture of her, from "About a Boy."
I'm excited.]] | | |
| Tonks lazes on a sofa in the library at Headquarters, her legs propped stiffly on the arm as she clicks through the daytime soaps, finally settling in for another episode of "Passions," as "Days of Our Lives" is a repeat.
With Sage no longer keeping her company, and her still being on restricted duty after her last mission, she's got squat to do all day. Except keep up her and Sage's tradition of watching American soaps.
"Ugh, I've seen this one already. I wonder what's on Univsion. Ah, 'Christina.'"
Bored with American soaps, she's moved onto the Spanish telenovelas. What is next in the sad pathetic existance of our favorite Auror?
"Tonks."
She falls off the couch with a shriek, landing on her back with her wand pointed in front of her.
"Who's there?"
Is it a friend or a foe? Will our heroine be able to fend off the oncoming danger? Or is it the person she's been longing to see? Find out in the next episode..
[[Two things: 1. Sorry about dying. But, well, midterms. They pwn'd me. 2. I'm going for a new format, kinda "The Adventures of Rocky and Bullwinkle" style, where the narrator has a little bit of a voice, and it's kinda campy. I don't know if I like it yet; what do you think?]] | | |
| [[Okay, so I'm a bloody liar. I've been able to steal someone's wireless since the first day at my new flat, but I've been without plot ideas, so they needed some time to ferment. So, here we go...]]
So get this...I'm undercover...Portraying someone very high up...in the MUGGLE ministry.
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THE BLOOMIN' MUGGLE MINISTRY.
Plus, I'm portraying a man.
//private//
You'd think that as I'm standing in for the muggle PM, the other Aurors would cut me a little slack. Ever since we got word on a possible Death Eater hit, they had me in here talking to him about how I would be taking over for him faster than I could say flibbertigibbet. For a muggle seeing a metamophamagus at work for the first time, he took it pretty well. And at least I don't have to be him when he goes home to his family, we've got his home secured. *shiver* Yeah, that would be way too creepy for me. But I'm not enjoying this very much, considering I have no power really since the other Aurors are the ones doing the protecting and I have to "play the part." Aghhh I have such a horrible headache. If only Remus was around with some of his hot chocolate. *sigh*
//end private//
At least this gives me time to work on this thing. No one looks twice at a muggle with a computer.
*******
A knock on the door caused Tonks to look up.
"Excuse me sir?"
"Yes?" she replied, in a voice that was not her own.
Suddenly, there was a flash of red, and as Tonks faded from consciousness, she vaguely recognized the limp forms of her Auror bodyguards... | | |
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