Edward Tonks

"If we can see past the hate, scorn and prejudice, there's a lot more to this war than meets the eye. With pain, there is joy. Amidst all the chaos, we can have love, passion, unity, and strength." Healer || Former Hufflepuff || Twenty-two Affiliated with theunconquered-rp

[dromedanxire-blog]

If there was one good thing about growing up as a Slytherin, it was learning the value of observation. “Well, Ted Tonks, I’m sorry to report that you have grown quite predictable over the years.” Most people required tea or coffee (which she swears runs through her veins) but he had always found comfort in hot cocoa. Understandable, and it did have a caffeine content. To each his own. “That, and I know how rough today was on you lot. Makes me think I should drop the whole library job and just be here full time.” Though she nearly already was, sleep was a thing of the distant past- she could do more. Might as well completely throw yourself into the opposing side if you’re already there.

[cupcakin-ted-blog]

Ted chuckled before setting the half-drunk mug on his desk. “And here I thought I was keeping everyone on their toes! I guess I’m going to have to step up my game,” he said before he continued his report. He hadn’t had a good mug of hot chocolate in a while, since he never had time to drop by a coffee shop. He always relied on those instant ones that only needed hot chocolate. Since he was in the hospital for about 18-24 hours a day and couldn’t live without hot chocolate, he was glad for the revolutionary, muggle instant mixes. “Please, you love that library job. Don’t quit for our sake,” he waved his hand dismissively, signing all the papers to finish. 

[dromedanxire-blog]

It felt a bit daunting, really – constantly trying to fix people, only to have more come rushing in. For every person treated, three more were out there, being harmed. It was their new reality, and it had to be accepted and adapted to, but it wasn’t always that easy. The toll it took on others was becoming more evident as time passed, and Andromeda couldn’t see it ending anytime soon. After all, she knew both sides of the war far too well. Knew how talented, how determined everyone was. No, this could certainly go on for a while.

So might as well keep your spirits up, right? At least as much as one can. When Ted began reciting his automatic welcoming message, her eyebrows raised slightly, a sad smile crossing her face. “You could drink this, for starters.” Placing the cup of hot cocoa on the table, she nudged it toward him slightly.

[cupcakin-ted-blog]

Don’t get him wrong, this was the life he dreamed of having; saving countless of lives, or at least doing his best to. After all, it wasn’t like he really had anything left in this world, and it was only a matter of time before he took his patients’ place. Of all the deaths he had seen, one would think that he would have grown more apathetic to those people. But with each life lost, he couldn’t help but imagine what their lives were like--what they could have been. He found himself on the brink of tears at a young muggleborn’s bed, whose life had been taken before her time. It could very well have been him, and he often wished it was, but life was a cruel thing that never let anyone take the easy way out. 

He was so out of sorts that he almost didn’t recognize the familiar voice. His eyes snapped at the mug that emitted a heavenly scent before resting on a pair of soft, blue eyes. He sighed and set his quill on the desk before taking the mug and inhaling its contents. “How did you know I needed this?” He asked, smiling as he took a sip. 

[cupcakin-ted-blog]

It had been a very busy day today, and Ted was just about ready to head home and enjoy a book and some hot chocolate. There were only so many wounded cases he could take before he would break down. The war had taken a toll on so many people, and a lot of them were past the stage of possible recovery. Just recently, a mentally unstable patient came rushing in the main door, causing a bit of havoc before he was confined in a chamber. They had yet to determine if the Cruciatus curse had been used on him. 

Ted sighed. He had just sat down and registered a new case at the front desk when he heard something in front of him. “Welcome to St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, how may I help you?” He asked automatically, not looking up from his papers.