evangeline tonks

evangeline may tonks, twenty two years old. photographer for the daily prophet. twin sister to ezra tonks and younger sister to edward 'ted' tonks. aunt to dora tonks. hufflepuff alumni | muggleborn | party girl

[evangelinetonks]

remxslxpin·:

“It had nothing to do with trust, Evangeline —” He caught himself before his tone changed, before his voice turned angry. He couldn’t be upset with her for not understanding something he’d put every effort into hiding from her. “I ruined everything because of it. Because I’m hostile. And inconsiderate.” He looked away from her. “Maybe there’s like, seventy percent of me that you got to know. But the rest that I was hiding from you is a monster.” He felt like a freak in this moment. 

“I’m not a good person, Eva. Not all the time. I don’t want you to think I left because of you. I left because I’m a terrible person. It’s in my nature to fuck up everything that’s good and that’s probably never going to change. It was probably for the best because I would have brought you down anyway.” His bottom lip trembled. He hoped she wasn’t looking at him, but she could feel her eyes on him no matter what. Her presence alone put him on edge. It made him uncomfortable that at one point they’d been so much closer than this. “It had nothing to do with trust. I just… I wasn’t… I couldn’t—” He tripped on his words a bit and a heat spread across the back of his neck. This was even more mortifying than he’d imagined. 

“You were the only thing in my life that made me feel normal. When I was with you I felt…” He thought to how happy he’d been back then, when it was possible for him to pretend he had any future. How joyful his life was when he had Evangeline to share it with. “…like I was just like everyone else.” He shook his head. “But I did it at your expense, so I was no better than the monster I was trying to hide.”

Although her eyes remained fixated on the man in front of her. Evangeline wasn’t truly aware that she was listening to his explanation.  Suddenly, the entire atmosphere of the bar felt like a buzz around her.  His voice integrating in with the noise, Eva only caught onto a few of his words. The rest falling into the air without response, words that floated into the air.  Floating alongside the pathetic love-heart balloon that sat at the side of the Three Broomsticks pub.  What an allusive concept, a balloon focused on romance. Both of which could easily disappear with a stabbing blow. 

“Seventy percent,” voice cracking with the dryness of her mouth , tears brimming to her eyes. Opting to try and hold them back. Crying in front of him would be pathetic- although not that Remus probably didn’t already recognise her weaknesses.  Having blatantly utilised them for his own advantage for numerous years.   A crushing realisation that Eva had built the foundations of her future to include Remus’ seventy percent.  A percentage that was never going to be increased, a factor that he recognised but chose to hide. Watching as his lip trembled.  Listening to his mantra of self-depreciation,  Evangeline didn’t opt to offer words of consolation.  “It did- It had something to do with trust..”  Rolling her eyes, “If you had of wanted me to know- I would’ve known long before this. If you’d have trusted my reaction. If you’d of trusted my love.” Her voice distant, confused with a hint of anger.  Her hand slide to push the glass of wine away.  Full; untouched with the condensation running down the stem of the glass.  Her eyes falling to focus on the small bubbles.  “Does anyone else know?”  Her hand going to rub at her forehead. “Shit-no. Don’t answer that. Don’t confirm that I’m the only fucking idiot you didn’t tell.” 

Her hands going to scramble at her handbag.  Reaching in for some coins to pay for her own drink. Paying her debts and bidding adieu. Tears spilling hot down onto her cheeks as her head lay low.  Wiping at them with the sleeves of her jacket,  planning the route to the exit.  “Five years- at my expense.  But I’m glad- that I could act as a night cap to your fucking reality.  What an honour to be bestowed..” Shuffling out of the booth. Flicking the coins onto the tray where the bill rested.  Settling her half.  “Don’t worry- this time you would have to yell for me to leave. I’ll do it off my own accord.”  A deep pit in her stomach, feeling much more empty than it had been before.  Evangeline Tonks regretted being greedy, hoping for an explanation. When in reality, her ignorance had been bliss.  At least ignorant, the memories soothed her.   Her rose coloured lense now fatally cracked to reveal the true murky grey reality of their situation. 

“You aren’t a monster...” Her voice lowered as she stood at the edge of the booth. “But I- didn’t deserve that...to be lied to, and lead along. So if you don’t mind,  I’d prefer not to waste anymore time.. not for seventy percent.”  Unable to meet his gaze, a gaze that Evangeline became trapped in far too easily.  Her attention now turning towards the door.  Shaky hands reaching for a cigarette as fast steps guided Evangeline towards the exit.  @remxslxpin·

[evangelinetonks]

heartlessbella·:

Before Hogwarts, Bella was sure she never socialized with anyone other than those of other pureblooded families. Cousins, friends of the family, distant relatives, anyone who was worth of her presence as a Black. It was the way she knew wouldn’t continue once she got to school, her parents had been sure to warn her of that fact. That while Hogwarts did hold a lot of good education, they still allowed mudbloods to attend each year and those of unworthy families. For a while it was clear she excelled in school because she was born to a magical family, had known of everything magic from her young years, but there would be those one or two unique individuals that came from the Muggle world that would beat her out. Not that Bella was at the top of her class, she could’ve been but she didn’t need that attention, so she would go out of her way to knock them down. No way would a mudblood beat out a Black in anything if she could stop it.

That’s why Edward Tonks was the bad guy here. He had been able to persuade Andromeda to be with him, create a life with him that was nothing like the one she lived with her true family. Of course despite it being Ted’s fault, the brunette had no interest in bringing her sister back to them. They had already tried the threats and the force of making her stay, obviously none of that had worked because of the Tonks family so she was as lost to them as Sirius was now. But there was still the open opportunity to berate the rest of them for their family’s newest additions. Although her eyes narrowed in Evangeline’s direction at the obvious dig at her estranged sister, the words meant nothing to her anymore. Any ties she had with Andromeda was long gone, cut when Narcissa came running to them to tell them all about this new little lover, “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised your family is happy to take in such an embarassment like her, you lot are used to second hand goods aren’t you?”

Eva couldn’t help but flinch at the mention of second-hand goods.  A statement that felt like a slap across the face.  She had never felt no shame in her upbringing in the Tonks family.  Sure, perhaps they didn’t have a childhood filled with the newest dresses or extravagant birthday bashes. But her childhood was happy and filled with warmth. A warmth that Evangeline felt as she played with her brothers, or watched as her father tucked away ten pounds out of his wages with the ambition to take them all on a family trip to Cornwall.  The holiday never did come, but the memories of her father recounting his own journey’s as a young child were enough to cherish.  Evangeline clinging onto every wonder as his father’s eye glimmered as he recalled the stony beaches and seasides.  Slander against her own abilities and talents, Evangeline could handle. But comments about her family? Those, she was not dignified to handle well. 

Her fist clenched at her sides. A light puff of breath escaped her lips.  A red mist clouded over her. “Perhaps you shouldn’t be so confident, flaunting around like a free woman.” Evangeline snapped,  unable to stop herself from flying off the handle. “You’ve been caught before. I presume it wouldn’t be too difficult  to find you again.” It all fell out of her mouth before she could think.  As soon as those words were spoken, Evangeline was filled with regret. What good did it do to defend her family? Especially when the words spoken could cause them even more danger.  Cheeks flushing with embarrassment at her inability to keep her composure. 

[evangelinetonks]

yamineleanora·:

@evangelinetonks·

While they hadn’t gotten along when Professor Slughorn first paired them in potions, once they got past their rough start, Evangeline became someone Eleanora enjoyed spending time with. There was steel in her that Eleanora admired, but she was also an outgoing person without rubbing Eleanora the wrong way. It was, it seemed, a trait that the Tonks twins shared with each other, but not anyone else. Eleanora scanned the crowd of huddled, in love couples with only partially veiled dislike, though it might have been better named jealousy. She’d never really had much opportunity for pda with Ezra, never allowed it apart from their stolen afternoons in Galway the summer before seventh year, but that didn’t mean she’d never wanted it. A conversation with Evangeline was a welcome distraction from imagining what Valentine’s Day might have been like for Eleanora in another life, so standing next to her on the fringes of the bonfire improved Eleanora’s mood, even if she was still cold. 

“Believe me, the temptation is very much there. I rather like the idea of throwing one of his ridiculous books at him, with the right aim I could probably put an eye out.” Eleanora tilted her head slightly as she considered. “Or I could simply figure out a way to set Brigid loose in his rooms.” Neither of Eleanora’s cats had ever really warmed up to Regulus, which she simply took as further evidence that they had excellent taste. Aine had mostly just avoided him, but Brigid had made a point of harassing him each time he visited. One of Eleanora’s favorite moments had been when she’d twined around his ankles only to cough up a hairball directly onto his shoe.

Eleanora made a derisive noise in the back of her throat. “Well, I’ve always known there must be something desperately wrong with British men. You should come to Ireland, we have taste.” Eleanora offered Eva a thin, sly smile, but then glanced away. Any secret admirers? No, not for nearly four years now. Not that she could say that, especially not to Evangeline, so instead she laughed lightly. “You know me, I’m not much of one for romance. And besides, I prefer men when they’re too intimidated to so much as look me in the eye.” She said it with a teasing tone and pushed her hair over her shoulder with practiced nonchalance, better for Eva to think it was a joke than an out and out lie.

There were clear differences between the two women that now stood together.  Differences that had been evident since the two girls were first paired together in Professor Slughorn’s class. Evangeline was not as dedicated,  or as gracious as Eleanora.  But they had found a kindred-ship in their wit.  Something that seemed to match as they both found themselves rolling their eyes at Slughorn’s painfully boring babbling.  It was an unexpected friendship, but one that Evangeline held quite dearly.  Eva knew that she could always count on Eleanora to tell her to the truth, and she hoped the other woman felt the same. Her eyes glazing over the couples,  it was a relief to turn to face Eleanora once more.  

“I wouldn’t want to be at the end of Brigid’s wrath.” Eva mused, a playful glint in her eye.  In fact, she held it quite dear to her that both of Eleanora’s cats were fond of her.  Just as her own cat, Garfunkel was quite fond of Ele. “If I were you, I’d go for the book one.” She nodded, affirmative in her choice. “ Maybe make it his favourite too? That way, whenever he wants to read it, it reminds him of you.  And the book flying at his head.”  A laugh. It was quite nice.  Joking around with a friend rather than dwelling in self-pity.  

“Gladly,” Evangeline nodded. Perhaps that was what she needed, to focus her sights on other people.  Put down her entire four-year relationship with Remus to nothing more than trial and error.  If heading across the water was what Evangeline needed to get her mind off of that situation, she may just need to. “If Irish men are better at communicating , I am willing to make the commute.” An almost scoff before quickly moving along.  Shaking any thoughts of that situation from her mind once more,  “is that your flirting tactic? Scare the shit clean out of them?” Evangeline laughed, “I may have to give that a try.” 

[evangelinetonks]

where : evangeline’s flat, hampstead heath 

who : @ezratonks

For the past few weeks, Evangeline’s head had been all over the show. From encountering Bellatrix on the streets of diagon alley to finding out that her boyfriend of  almost five years had been hiding the fact he was a werewolf from her. It was fair to say that Evangeline had been a little bit scattered.  Throwing herself into work to distract from the hurt of it all.  She felt stupid, betrayed, and most of all heartbroken. How did she not realise?  How could she be so stupid? It was hard not to fall into a pit of self-depreciation. This wasn’t her fault, it wasn’t her who lied or held back.  In true Evangeline fashion, she had put her all into her and Remus’ relationship.  A decision that had left her feeling foolish, just as foolish as she had felt back when they broke up in 1980. 

Back then, Evangeline had relied on her friends and family.  But more specifically, Ezra, her brother and best friend.   The very person that she had been avoiding since she first found out. They told each other everything.  Deep down, she knew  that it would be difficult to not open the flood gates in front of her twin.  It was only natural, to hear Ezra’s familiar knock on the outside of her flat given that it had been radio silence from her  since their birthday.  Taking a deep breath, Evangeline pulled herself up from the corner of her sofa. Pushing the boxes of old photos that she had been flicking through, a dangerous spiral, out of eye-line. 

Reaching the door,  Evangeline smiled as she was greeted by her twin. “Ezra,” Stepping aside to allow him in. Trying her best to sway the conversation somewhere other than the obvious direction it was heading. “I wasn’t expecting you to call around...evidently.” Her flat was a mess, if it had of been a stranger perhaps Eva would have been embarrassed.  But in her current mindset, doing a bit of spring cleaning wasn’t a top priority. “I enjoyed your show this morning, any hints of what the topic is for tomorrow?” Flicking her wand at her kettle to prepare a brew. 

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[evangelinetonks]

remxslxpin·:

His heart broke. She thought he’d been having an affair? It made sense, but Merlin, after years of pretending he hadn’t hurt anyone by disappearing, this was a lot for him to take in. If he counted The Wolf, then maybe there was someone else. Someone who twisted his words and forced him to make rash decisions. Someone inside him, across his body like a cancer. “Oh. Evangeline, no — there wasn’t anyone else.” He said softly. “You are — you were the only one. Ever.” He shook his head, not sure why he was focusing on this now — like his loyalty really meant anything after what he’d hid from her. His secret was almost worse than an affair.

He cleared his throat. Now or never. “I told you my dad was dead. Obviously, that isn’t true.” He remembered the breakup — Eva had arrived to his flat unexpected while his father was tending to him after a particularly bad full moon. The same father who, according to Remus, was dead. “We don’t have a good relationship. It’s not because he’s a bad person. It’s just…complicated…” He sighed and tried to refocus his story on the main point. 

“When I was about four, my father worked at the Ministry. He worked in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, which is basically a fancy way of saying he was helping register magical creatures into the ministry.” He looked down at the table and played a bit with the paper napkin. “After a particularly nasty werewolf attack on children, they brought in a few suspects… some people from the area, I guess. My dad could tell one of them, this man Greyback, was a werewolf, even though he claimed to be just a muggle.” He ripped a few little pieces off the napkin and sighed. “My dad can get mad when people aren’t listening to him. The rest of the committee basically said he was a fool for thinking Greyback was a wolf. So, he freaked out. Said some nasty stuff about werewolves, ‘You all deserve death,’ y’know, and left.” 

“Well, the committee released Greyback that night because they found him to be innocent. He found out where my dad lives. And a few weeks later he came to our house and attacked me.” He paused. Maybe that didn’t make things clear. Looking up at Eva to see her reaction, he said, “My dad tried to do everything he could. But I guess once you’re bitten…” He shrugged. “What I’m saying is, I’m a werewolf. And I have been one since I can remember.” 

It felt a lot easier now that he’d finally said it. He let out a shaky breath and closed his eyes. “I don’t know why I didn’t tell you. I mean, I know. But I don’t. I guess I thought if I pretended that part of me didn’t exist that it wouldn’t. That somehow I’d be able to live life like a normal person and fall in love and get a job and be fine. But once I left Hogwarts I realized that wasn’t possible. People out here… they don’t think highly of people like me.” It still confused him to call himself a person. Was he a person? He certainly felt less and less like one as he embraced the creature side of himself. That was exactly why he’d ignored it in the first place. “When I was growing up everyone told me I had to act like I wasn’t a werewolf. So I just thought… I don’t know… that if I told you… it would ruin everything.”

Evangeline had always believed that their relationship had been good.  For a point in time,  Remus knew things about her that Evangeline had feared to even talk to Ted or Ezra about.  There were disagreements, but what couple didn’t have the odd disagreement? Things had become tense in the last year of their relationship, when the progression from a Hogwarts romance seemed to reveal every crack within their foundation. But in Eva’s eyes, they were minor fractures that could have been sealed over.  So when the rug was pulled from under her, an affair was the only plausible explanation that Eva could console herself with. 

So as Remus assured her it wasn’t,  Evangeline didn’t know to be worried or relieved.  What else could it have possibly been? However, despite all the uncertainty.  Her name falling from Remus’ lips still remained as a beacon of light regardless of the cloudy fog of confusion that surrounded them.  Although, she could have done without the soft, comforting yet pitiful tone.  Was that supposed to be a warm cushion for the explanation that was sure to come? A blow that would ripple through her with such an after effect that all she would be able to cling to was how Remus Lupin pronounced every syllable of her name. 

“I gathered that much,” The leather of the booth moving squeaking underneath her as she shifted uncomfortably.  The humiliation of that night portraying itself in a red fluster across her face.  Recalling how she wandered in with a fucking welcome home present, only to be faced with her boyfriend’s supposedly dead dad who watched as his son yelled at her to leave. It hadn’t been one of her finest moments.  Still though, Evangeline remained firm that Remus should be more embarrassed about the going-ons that evening.  Was Remus trying to justify his haphazard break-up with a recount of his relationship with his father. 

Leaning her elbows on the table,  Evangeline was about to inquire into why he had felt the need to lie about his family.  When Remus began to lay all the cards on the table.  Anger turning to confusion, a small crease forming between her brow as the story began to progress.  Ending in the ultimate crescendo of werewolf.  At that point, all the Valentine’s decorations and the voices of surrounding booths began to fade.  Remus Lupin was a werewolf, her ex-boyfriend was a werewolf? A ripple of shock waved through her,  the crease on her eyebrow fading as her face became one of bewilderment. The revelation was significant, but it made sense.  Memories of him disappearing for days on end, stating that he was going to care for his sick mother.  The scars that her lips once grazed laced with affection.  Evangeline Tonks didn’t know how to feel, while it was certain she didn’t feel akin to the views of Remus’ father.  They all seemed to hit at once, a flurry of confusion, anger, pity, love and hurt. 

However, most prevalent of all was stupidity.  Closely followed by hurt. Evangeline felt reduced to nothing more than a fool as Remus documented this secret to her.  A deep wave of hurt filled her chest,  a wave of emotion that brimmed to the surface.  Hurt that he didn’t tell her back then, hurt that Evangeline couldn’t have done anything to soothe his concerns, hurt that Remus dismissed her enough to recognise that she would have never recognised it on her own accord.  She should have noticed, she spent so much time with him and had never picked up on any of the signs.  How did she not? But did Remus not know her character? Sure, Evangeline wasn’t clever enough to pick up on the tell-tale signs of lycanthropy to back him into a corner.  But there wasn’t ever an intended source of malicious intent within her.  Didn’t Remus recognise that she would have followed him to the end of the earth regardless? But Evangeline couldn’t be too harsh on him for finding bliss in her ignorance.  Her mind was reeling, spinning in circles faster than Evangeline could keep up with..but her silence was deafening.  Opening her mouth to speak,  a shaky breath fell out. 

“I-” Eva started,  “I would’ve accepted you. I love-I loved you a lot ”  Her fingers going to chip at the nail polish on her right hand, a nervous vice.  A recognition that everything that was going to fall from her lips was sure to be haphazard, a recognition of the blow that had just fallen onto her lap. “I still do accept you- You were a big part of my life...none of this changes that.” She murmured. 

“But-all the lies...” Evangeline stated, “Why?” Regretting the question as soon as it fell from her lips.  Another stupid observation to add to a long list.  “Sorry-you already explained that. I’m just a little confused.”  Eva looked up from the table.  “But..you ruined everything anyway without even the mere mention of being a werewolf...”  Her voice shaking slightly,  unable to subdue the cracks of hurt or confusion any longer.  “Did you not trust me? Because surely after all that time spent together. We knew each -”  Pausing to take a breath,  evidently Evangeline didn’t know a lot about him at all.  Eva had opened her heart, her mind, her body to him with full belief that he wouldn’t disparage that trust.  Evidently, that hadn’t been fully reciprocated.  “You knew I wasn’t that type of person.  Or was it just convenient for you to keep me in the dark?” 

[evangelinetonks]

heartlessbella·:

While she may not have understood the importance behind the words and teachings, Bella knew her blood and family name made her better than anyone. The only people who were equal to her were other purebloods that had descended from the Sacred Twenty Eight famlies, but even then the Black stood above them because they had been one of the few that had not dabbled in extending their branches further than pure blooded sorcerors. But it was as she walked the halls of Hogwarts, even starting as early as her first visits to Diagon Alley with her mother, it was clear that those lesser of her believed otherwise. Mudbloods and blood traitors walked around freely as if their blood was nothing important and it furiated her, so she did what she could to target them. Words and spells cast their way had always showed she meant business but since Andromeda had found herself cozying up to Ted Tonks, it was a lot more personal now.

Despite seeing that witches and wizards, both half blood or less, had still found themselves in positions in society that were above her, Bellatrix’s opinions never changed. It was why she found herself enamoured with the way the Dark Lord visioned the world, he saw an opportunity to take on those who questioned the heirarchy in the world and it was just unfortunate that his plans had ended in his death. But the brunette wasn’t going to allow that way of thinking leading to her own demise, one of the very reasons she had been eager to escape the walls of Azkaban. Though standing here in front of a Tonk family member, Azkaban was looking tempting if it meant hitting a very special someone right where it hurt. “Believe what you want if it helps you sleep at night,” She shrugged her shoulders, in her mind there were family members and those who betrayed the very meaning of family. Those of the latter category stopped being a Black the second they whispered three little words of affection to a mudblood or blood traitor. “There is a familiar way of pruning the family tree if the opportunity arises where a mudblood believes they can join a family like ours. I can certainly send that brother of yours a reminder of that fact, I’ve learned quite a few fun spells since the last time he was at the end of my wand.”

Over the years, It had been difficult to ignore the looks and insults directed her way due to her blood-status.  Especially as a witch who didn’t consider herself particularly gifted in the arts of magic.  Ted and Ezra had those parts down to a T.  They were armed with the bravery and skill to thrive in this environment. Evangeline, not so much.  She had always been a creative worker, focusing more on vocations deemed by many to be a waste of time.  Sure, Evangeline knew the basics and a little extra.  But she was by no means a talented witch. At least not in her own merit, nor did she expect to be held in high regard in Bellatrix’s eyes either. In fact, Evangeline played right into Bellatrix’s hand.  A mudblood who could barely make a potion without fucking up.  Presumably, Evangeline Tonks was the perfect topic of a laugh at Bellatrix’s House. 

It was still a regret that Evangeline remained in the shadows throughout the war.  Opting to spend her time in the shadows while other people fought for her freedom.  At the time, it seemed the safest option.  To lower her contacts, stay as far out of the spotlight as possible, remain vigilant.  She never had much to offer to the cause, with a Poor in Defence Against the Dark Arts and a mere Acceptable in duelling.  However,  reflecting back on eighteen-year-old Evangeline’s decision, it was cowardly.  She should have joined her friends, family and classmates who dedicated their lives to the Order of The Phoenix.  Instead, Evangeline stayed out of it.  A decision that she still felt embarrassing to this day. Following the Order’s victory,  Eva felt relief. Relief that people like the woman standing in front of her, were locked in Azkaban.  Oh, how that relief faded fast.  Evangeline didn’t want to step back from Bellatrix, that would be a victory in itself. But it was fairly obvious who had the upper-hand between the pair.  What threat was Evangeline?  Still though, she batted an eyelid.  “I think we’re good. I’d take being a Tonks any day over being part of your family tree.” A pause, “A sentiment that I believe both Andromeda and I share.” 

[evangelinetonks]

not-sirius·:

There was no stopping the exasperated sigh that accompanied the door opening. Regulus had one reason for picking the break room he was in — intent on being alone so he wasn’t subjected to people trying to make smalltalk with him or questioning the book he was reading. A glare usually ended up being sufficient enough but he didn’t want to put the effort in. Instead, he pressed his lips together in an attempt at suppressing the frown that was inching its way along the corner of his lips.

He didn’t glance up from the romance novel he was thumbing through until Evangeline spoke, cautiously placing the silk string that clung to the binding of the book between the page he was on and the one beside it. Having removed the dust jacket from it left him content with leaving the purple colored book in front of Evangeline’s camera since there wasn’t anything on the top cover.

“What do you want, Tonks?” He asked then pulled a look of disinterest. “Can’t you see I’m busy?”

Perhaps Evangeline didn’t notice Regulus’ social cues that signalled his desire to be left alone. Or perhaps she chose to ignore them.  The latter seemed like a more likely option. It was a relief to run into a familiar face. Eva was fairly sure she would be stuck in the Ministry buildings for the rest of her life without a little bit of assistance.  Evidently from the frown on Regulus’ face,  that relief wasn’t reciprocated. 

Her eyes fell to the book that Regulus rested beside her camera.  She had never been much of a reader,  preferring short flurries of entertainment as a form of escapism.  However, Evangeline tried to get into the hobby, but it never quite stuck. Instead, piles of untouched books formed on her dresser.  Looking like nothing more than decoration.  Flicking her eyes back up to look at Regulus,  unable to hold back the exasperated laugh. 

“Evangeline,” She corrected, not appreciating the cold address. “You look busy, is that a  Ministry assignment?” Tapping at the plain top cover with her index finger. 

[evangelinetonks]

who : open to anyone 

where : undisclosed nightclub

Following the big revelations of Eva’s Valentine’s Week, the Tonks Twins birthday celebrations seemed to fly by in the blink of an eye.  Not having to face the daunting parties thrown by distance relatives or the surprise parties that you’d rather not attend was definitely one of the perks of sharing a birthday with Ezra. She never had to face those occasions alone,  Ezra was always there to offer comfort or a witty comment.  Friends and Family had been her biggest breathe of fresh air, a welcome distraction from thoughts that her plagued her mind over the past few weeks. 

Masking her need for distraction as a long-overdue night out to ring in her twenty-third year of life.  Evangeline tried to snap out of her mood,  seeking a more light-hearted atmosphere for her celebrations. In contract to the pressure that currently pushed down on her shoulders.   Making her way out of the bathroom, the young woman tried to shake any memory of Valentine’s Week out of her hair.  Smiling as she approached the first person at the bar, “Can I still redeem a birthday drink even if it's three weeks late?” Evangeline leaned on the bar, “If so, you owe me one.” 

[evangelinetonks]

ezratonks·:

.Ezra gave a half grin - the best he could do with his lip in its current state - as Evangeline came towards him. “It was an accident,” he told her, shaking his head. “I knocked into some guy and his drink spilled. I made a joke that I did it to improve his outfit but he didn’t really take it as a joke.” As was usually the way, Ezra hadn’t gone out of his way to get into the fight but he had winded up in one anyway. “I didn’t even get a retaliatory punch in so I’m not sure why I got kicked out, he complained with a sigh.

He laughed as she seemed to matrialise a shot out of no where, taking it off her as she reached for her wand. “How many classes did you skip?” he tutted teasingly, not one to actually judge her given the amount he skipped himself. He told her the spell, still holding the tea towel against his lip. “And remember, small movements, alright? It’s just my lip we’re trying to fix here, the rest of my face is fine,” he added, pulling the cloth away.

Evangeline furrowed her brow with concern as her twin mentioned that his bleeding lip was caused by another person in the bar.  “Obviously, it was a joke. Clearly whoever it may be was just seeking an argument.  Or very insecure about his fashion sense.” Evangeline agreed with a small sigh,  if everybody took Ezra’s quick remarks serious, Evangeline was fairly sure her brother would have been beaten to a pulp long ago.  “Is he still in there?” She questioned, a sudden urge to go in and inflict the same injury upon him.  “I wouldn’t like to think so.” 

“Far too many,” She chuckled,  aiming her wand at her twin brother’s face.  A daunting yet hilarious action,  Ezra definitely had a lot of faith in her to allow her to undertake such a task.  Mimicking his small movements. the woman focused on the spell.  A wave of relief watching over her as the spell took place unhitched, healing Ezra’s lip. “I don’t know, I feel like you could do with some extra work.”  She joked,  pinching at the side of his cheek that wasn’t covered in blood. 

[evangelinetonks]

yamineleanora·:

@evangelinetonks·

It didn’t help Eleanora’s mood that the event she was stuck at was Valentine’s themed and full of couples and hearts and an overall aura of love and romance that was as stifling as cheap perfume. There had been a time when she’d been indifferent to Valentine’s Day. When she knew she wouldn’t be marrying for love and she was satisfied with that the holiday simply didn’t apply to her. Now, it was a reminder of everything she couldn’t have; the freedom to date, the ability to marry whoever she wanted, Ezra. Then the hole in her heart would start weeping, and she’d get angry at herself for carrying that pain around when it was the result of her own choices. So maybe it wasn’t just the cold that had made her decide to bite Regulus’ head off. And maybe it wasn’t just her frustration that drove her to approach Eva.

Eleanora laughed dryly at Eva’s comment. “If you know a way to make adult life move quickly, please share it. I feel as if it’s been at least a decade since we graduated, not less than four years. But, maybe that’s what happens when you spend the whole time working a dead end job and spinning your wheels in an engagement that ends with a note.” Eleanora rolled her eyes, her tone light to hide the very real bitterness she felt. It would be better for Eva to think she was more joking than serious, anyway. 

Eleanora raised an eyebrow as Eva disparaged Valentine’s Day. She would have thought the holiday would be right up Eva’s alley. It was light hearted and fun, if you could be light hearted and fun, and those were two things Eva seemed to excel at. They weren’t quite in Eleanora’s wheelhouse, and even less so things her parents would approve of. “What do you have against Valentine’s Day? I’d expect you to have people lining up to buy you flowers and shower you with compliments.” Eva was beautiful, approachable, fun, as far as Eleanora could tell, she was everything that normal people looked for in a partner in their twenties.

The Valentines Day festivities felt a lot easier to stomach the crowd with Eleanora by her side. At least a little bit of company made the crowds of couples slightly easier to stomach.  In-fact the sight became more humorous that gut-wrenching. Knowing that Eleanora was the perfect person to criticise the loved-up couples with, it became easier to think of witty quips to retort back to her friend rather than imagine herself in the situation.  Even in a relationship, Evangeline had never wanted to be one of those couples, consumed by their other half.  Undoubtedly, it was nice to be able to share Valentine’s Day with a partner.  It never had to be a full-throttle shower of affection for all to see, it could have been a few hours spent cooking together or a walk around Battersea Park.  But those days were over and it was better to push them far from her mind. 

Although Evangeline chuckled at Eleanora’s comment, she could’t help but feel the opposite. It felt as though time was moving far too quickly for the woman’s liking.  A part of Evangeline longed to be the rambunctious young lady who roamed the corridors of Hogwarts as though she owned them.  Evangeline longed for time to stop, be permanently frozen in her twenties. Growing up had always came with responsibility that Evangeline didn’t feel equipped to handle. But Eleanora was right, a lot of adulthood felt like the rug was going to be pulled from under you at any given point.  “A note?” Eva questioned with a raise of an eyebrow, “That is low. I’m surprised whoever it was is still allowed to roam freely and not suffer your wrath” 

“Not quite,” She laughed, tilting her head to look at Ele. “Seems any flowers or compliments heading my direction got lost in the Owlery. How about you? Any secret admirers?”

[junmyyeons]

[evangelinetonks]

Hugh to Luke : You like it?

Nelly: He loves it.

Hugh: How do you know that?

Nelly: It's a twin thing.

@ezratonks

[evangelinetonks]

remxslxpin·:

Remus didn’t make it a habit to return to Hogsmeade. It was here where he’d been pushed to keep his identity locked inside the wooden walls of the Shrieking Shack — here where he lived before it was acceptable for him to tell others who he was (long as it helped push The Order’s agenda). There had been happy moments in this village. He remembered grabbing treats at Honeydukes with his old friends and kissing Evangeline in the back of the Three Broomsticks. As he got older, he realized happy memories were just as painful as the sad ones. They were, after all, moments he could only think about and never return to. Constantly stuck looking behind his shoulder at everything he left behind. 

It wasn’t his fault. He didn’t like to think so. But everything had a price, and his admission to Hogwarts relied heavily on his allegiance to Dumbledore. So when the headmaster asked Remus to act as a double agent in the Werewolf Army (what a stupid name, Remus wished he was at the meeting when they chose it so he could have proposed something a bit less on the nose), Remus obliged, even though he’d never been around werewolves before. He obliged even though he knew nothing about the culture, even though he wanted to yell at Albus and ask him why he bothered bringing him to Hogwarts if in the end he’d just be thrown to the wolves. He never really had a chance.

The Three Broomsticks looked smaller than he’d remembered. Remus watched as a group of fourth-years scurried out of the door, giggling to one another and carrying books to their chest. Did they know how much he envied them? How much he missed when life existed in one little bubble; when his dreams were still achievable and adulthood was so far away? Remus was still young yet he felt so, so old. In his bones he knew he couldn’t last much longer living life the way he did. 

The past two years had taken a toll on him. Pushed into a life with creatures, Remus had been forced to act as though he didn’t grow up around humans as to not be a target. He adapted to stop speaking — to eat recklessly, to turn a blind eye to violence and murder, to hurt things if he was told to hurt things. His back was permanently arched in a way that hid his face; he developed a tendency to shy away from sunlight and bright rooms. By the time his mother died, Remus had transformed into someone totally different. His skin was further mutilated, his chin covered in a thick beard. He showed up to the funeral 50 pounds lighter than he’d been the last time he’d seen anyone. It took his father to force him to come home with him and take a shower for Remus to wake up. And by then he’d forgotten who he was. 

He didn’t remember breaking Evangeline’s heart, but that was no excuse. He broke the one thing he promised to never break and then left like nothing ever happened. It was deeply unsettling to him how little empathy he’d shown in this situation. He was afraid adult Remus was a bad person. 

The place was decorated for Valentine’s Day. Shit. Had he really set their meeting up to be today? Knowing that, he was shocked Evangeline had accepted his invitation. Even more so to see her sitting amongst loving couples, pink decorations abundant around her. She looked so miserable in comparison. He slowly walked to her and cleared his throat. What was he going to say?

Thankfully, she spoke before him, gesturing to the wine she already began drinking. Remus had been trying to lay off alcohol, but he figured now was the best time for him to indulge. “Oh. That looks good.” He looked around for the barmaid and waved her over. “I’ll have one of those. And then another one for her, too. On me.” He passed her a few galleons before hesitantly looking back at his guest. 

He scoffed. “You didn’t think I’d show? That’s one way to start this off, I guess.” He tapped his finger against the table. He should just rip it off like a bandaid. Just tell her. Hey, so, I’m a werewolf. That’s why I left you. I didn’t tell you because I’m also a fucking asshole. But figured you already knew that. Merlin, was he nervous. 

The barmaid returned with their drinks and Remus took a few big gulps from his. “Okay. I’m going to start off by saying that I called you here to be completely honest with you for once in my life. I know you’re going to tell me it’s too late for that, and that it doesn’t change anything, and I know. But you still deserve to know the truth. Even if it’s too late.”

Her finger going to meet the tip of her thumbnail,  Evangeline fidgeted.  Her left hand remaining under the table.  While her other rested on the stem of her glass.  Fighting every urge to retreat onto her lap. As much as Eva tried to resist the feeling,  Remus Lupin’s presence put her on edge.  Perhaps it was the anticipation of what his explanation would entail, what possible reason he had to dismiss their relationship without a blink. Or the trepidation of what may happen.  If it had been a few years ago, Eva would have scoffed at any suggestion that Remus would speak to her like he had that night.  That suggestion didn’t seem so profound anymore.  So there Evangeline sat, her belongings close.  Positioned in the corner of her side of the booth.  As far from him as possible.  No longer were her cards splayed on the table in his presence, a form of vulnerability that Eva had once shared with him.  Instead, they remained close to her chest. Safe from any further damage. 

Memories recalled, a time when they sat in here, in love.  A little younger, a little less damaged.  Nestled in the booth in the corner,  Evangeline could just catch a glimpse of it out of the corner of her eye.  A pang shooting through her chest as a young couple had took their place.  Closing her eyes for a second  Evangeline tried to push back the tightening sensation.  A silent prayer that the two who currently inhabited it had a bit longer than its previous occupants.  Had Remus always known that they had an expiration date? It was certain that Evangeline didn’t.  Still remembering how her hands shook as they tried to clasp the edge of her camera,  ignoring the film that crashed to the floor in a hasty bid to grab her things.  How she didn’t apparate away, but instead walked.  Unable to stop crying the entire route home.  Eventually,  the hurt turned to worry, guilt, confusion.  

Sitting across from him now,  Evangeline wondered if he went through the same stage of mourning.  Did her coffee mug still remain in the back of his kitchen cupboard, just as his still remained in hers. Untouched, but unable to part with.  Or had somebody else been sipping out of it without her knowledge.  Eva had always been too sentimental for her own good,  considered to be a strength by many.  Others considered it to be an achilles heel . In this instance, it was certainly the latter.  

There was a longing,  a longing that Evangeline should have walked in later . With a warm smile on her face, wave off any explanation with a flicker of her eyelid. Detailing how she had moved on,  found somebody else.  Somebody who would care enough to explain themselves.  But that had never been possible.  For that,  Evangeline felt embarrassed.  Here, she still remained.  Hanging on his every word just as she had in the early foundation of their relationship.  Feeling reduced to nothing more than the sixth-year Hufflepuff who gazed up at him with admiration as they lay by the Black Lake.  Or the young woman who hunted the whole bar for him on New Years Eve 1979,  just for a midnight kiss. Laughing with him as the confetti got stuck in his hair.  Now though, her body language was retreated, protective, distant.  No longer did a glimmer of admiration shine through in her gaze.  Instead,  her gaze was fogged with confusion,  grief,  and hurt.  Regardless of how much she tried to batten down her defences. Remus Lupin always seemed sail through with ease. 

“Forgive me, for questioning your reliability.” Evangeline stated, trying her best not to convey any emotion in her statement.  Her eyes falling to his hand as it tapped on the table. Well, that was irritating.  Was there really that much to discuss? Had she messed up enough for a nervous tap on the table?  Knowing Remus, he probably had revised a document list of her faults.  Merlin,  her mother had probably chipped in too.  No-No, she hadn’t.  In all honestly, Eva was truly unable to recount any fault on her part.  But there was a tendency for her to put her foot in her mouth.  Maybe, it was one of her moments that drove him away.  

Thoughts interrupted by the arrival of their drinks. A warm smile aimed at the barmaid as she placed the drinks in front of them.  Muttering a quick thanks in her direction.  Before her eyes returned to him,  smile faltering almost instantaneously.  Still though, her hand didn’t react for the glass.  Evangeline had only promised one drink and taking a sip would give him an easy escape.  After a two year wait,  it was normal to want every detail of whatever story he had concocted. 

“But you still deserve to know the truth. Even if it’s too late.“  Words that daunted her, and Suddenly, after waiting years for an explanation.  With words that held such weight,  Evangeline wasn’t too sure it was still required.  She didn’t want to hear of any ill-footing on her part, or the possibility of another overlapping their chapters together.  

Taking a brazen step to interrupt,  “Look- Remus...If there was someone else-- I really don’t want to know the details.  Nor do I require an explanation of what I could have possibly done better either”  Merlin knew,  that scenario had ran its course in her head many times. Each repeat as heartbreaking as the next.  @remxslxpin

[evangelinetonks]

who : @not-sirius​

where : ministry corridors

To be honest, Evangeline didn’t know why she was currently wandering the halls of the ministry. The pen-pusher, rush to get a coffee grind had never been her scene.  A part of her couldn’t fathom having a job where it was mandatory to sit at a desk all day.  She enjoyed being up and about, with freedom to think, create, promote. However, The Daily Prophet wasn’t giving her much of an option to create lately.  Eva had started her day at the Department of Magical Games and Sports, photographing the Official Gobstones Club with their tournament trophy.  It was decent work, a lot better than her previous contribution to the Births, Marriages and Deaths announcements on Page 27.  Slowly but surely, her work was creeping up in the paper.  Currently sitting around page 12.  It was slow, but it was progress. Still though, Evangeline longed for the day that a story would be front page, with her name credited to the photograph. 

But her wandering was all a bid to avoid the ministry lift, a certain hatred for small spaces meant that her exit from the stuffy headquarters was delayed. Trying many doors, and barging in on a lot of unimpressed officials. Finally believing that she had the correct entry way,  Evangeline tried the handle. Only to sigh when the vast expanse of the ministry break room spanned out in front of her eyes.  “Shit,” Evangeline murmured, it looked like that lift was her only option. Wanting to do anything to avoid that, it was when she caught a glimpse of Regulus Black sitting at a table on his own. 

Approaching the table, Evangeline raised her eyebrow as Regulus seemed preoccupied.  “Penny-Sorry- Sickle for your thoughts?” Her tone warm, resting her camera on the table. 

[evangelinetonks]

where : the three broomsticks 

who : @remxslxpin​

More than two years of radio silence, that’s what Evangeline had experienced from Remus Lupin. No explanation as to why Remus Lupin yelled at her to leave and to not return way back in the early months of 1981.  Subsequently, ending their long-term relationship with little to no fragility for her feelings.  Days and nights filled with confusion, leading to weeks and months of hurt. Now, it was all anger.  How was it that Remus Lupin, who once handled her heart with trepidation and tenderness,  simply opted to toss it to the side? Without a flicker of thought of to where it might land, break, or fracture into nothing more than fragments laying at his feet.  Yet still,  as much as Evangeline tried to deny it.  He still held it all in the palm of his unforgiving hand.  Even if she tried to piece it back together in the hands, or bed of another.  It still remained singing to the familiar tune of tiny dancer, or tracing the lines of the plans they had carved out on the same dining room table where they drank cheap bottles of their wine.   Evangeline Tonks was pathetic. Pining for nothing more than stale memories of what used to be.  

The temptation to not turn up had been blaring, to turn his plan on its head.  Who was he to demand anything from her? She didn’t need to listen to his moral cleanse.  Either way, there was a knowing that she had deserved more.  A proper explanation at the right time. Not when it was convenient for him.  Regardless, there she sat. Feeling completely idiotic in a corner booth of Three Broomsticks.  Idiotic that she had dressed a little nicer, but while others who currently sat in the Valentine’s bunting clad-bar done it to impress someone. It felt more like a death shroud for Evangeline.  Lowering whatever love that her hand grasped on to into the ground. But, closure could be a good thing. A way to close a chapter.  ‘Happy Fuckin’ Valentine’s’,  she couldn’t help but think to herself. 

She was already clutching a glass of white wine,  an attempt to subdue the nerves, when the bar door opened.  A pit growing in her stomach, as the barmaid pointed Remus over to where she sat.  Heartbeats matching his footsteps across the wooden bar.  If it had of been a few years earlier, they probably would have walked in together.  Laughing about somebody’s planned proposal in the centre of Hogsmeade.  Instead, they entered alone.  As Remus finally reached the table, Evangeline nodded towards her glass. “Don’t worry...that’s not the drink. That one was just to settle the nerves.” She admitted, making no fault to hint at the viciousness of their break-up. 

 Finally flickering her gaze up to look at him, “I’m surprised you showed.”  

[evangelinetonks]

heartlessbella·:

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If things had gone according to her parents plans, then there would never have to be any reason to have to associate with anyone from the Tonks family. Her sister would’ve been dutifully by her and Cissa’s side as they all entered their own marriages. Things would’ve been perfectly fine and their lives never would have been turned completely upside down. It was because of Ted Tonks that things had gone to shit, and while she was still working towards approaching the wizard that unfortunately was her brother-in-law, it would settle her urges to just target his family. The time would come when she crossed paths with Ted and Andromeda again and she was not going to be kind in anyway as she had been last time, it was time the Tonks family line finally ended.

Whatever words had come out of Evangeline’s mouth previous were lost on the older woman, her only focus now on the fact there was even more of a connection between them now. Outwardly she kept her calm composure, not letting the other witch know just how effect she was with the news, inwardly though her mind was racing. Not only was Ted Tonks a dead man for entangling her sister into his little schemes, but now she found the anger growing towards Andromeda. It was bad enough that her sister turned out to be a blood traitor but now there was a measly half blood that tainted their family line enough more. “Don’t act as if your pathetic brother means you have any connection to me,” The brunette snarled in Evangline’s direction, “I don’t consider blood traitors family nor do I consider half breed’s a part of my family either.”

Evangeline had felt it from the moment, she first entered into Hogwarts.  The leering eyes that sized her up in comparison with everyone else.  It didn’t help that half the time,  Evangeline was a pretty terrible witch.  With a majority of her time at Hogwarts spent not being able to wrap her head around the contents of a Pepper-up Potion. Her only saving grace had been Charms, and more pathetic than anything, Muggle Studies.  Still able to recall the first time somebody uttered the words ‘Mudblood’ in her direction,  Eva had never truly gotten used to it.  Still feeling a tremor of shock each instance that she was put out of a pureblood’s house while taking photographs for the Daily Prophet.  

It was stupid to say such words to Bellatrix Lestrange.  Evangeline would have been naive to believe that Bellatrix couldn’t kill her in an instant. But it was the anger that rose in her chest, an anger that seemed to rise anytime somebody doubted her family for their blood-status.  Evangeline may have been an underachiever, with little hope to no hope of to be the next best thing in the Wizarding World.  But her brothers, they were different.  Ted was charismatic, bright and social. And Ezra was the smartest person that Evangeline had ever met, with a heart to match.  They didn’t deserve Bellatrix’s condemnation.  “Truthfully,  I don’t want to be associated with any of you lot.”  Well, except Regulus. Evangeline enjoyed his company.  “ I’m sure having a muggle-born in the Black family tree is a kick in the teeth. But, you can’t really deny it can you? I mean the proof is in the pudding.” 

[yamineleanora-archive]

@evangelinetonks​

Following her run in with Regulus, Eleanora was still fuming, if only on the inside. Seeing her ex-fiance had only served as a reminder that she’d given it her all, she’d done everything right, and it still hadn’t been enough. She’d pretended to like his family, acted like he was interesting, smiled and nodded and bit her tongue for nearly three years and she had nothing to show for it. For once, Eleanora wasn’t in the mood to play the perfect pureblood princess. She didn’t want to be on display in Hogsmeade, out in the snow with people’s eyes on her. She wanted to be at home, in a comfortable sweater with her book on Gamp’s Law of Elemental Transfiguration. But she knew if she went home she’d have to explain to her parents why she left early, and a temper tantrum about her former betrothed would not be a valid excuse. 

So instead Eleanora made her way back to the bonfire with a closed off expression and a posture that said she wanted nothing to do with the people milling around her. At least, that’s what she did until she caught sight of Evangeline Tonks standing, unusually, by herself. In that moment, Eleanora was so frustrated with the mess that her life had become in the past year that all she wanted was to not do the right thing for once. Eva was not the sort of friend Eleanora’s father would approve of, and she certainly wasn’t someone Regulus’ family would have wanted her associating with. When she’d been engaged to Regulus, Eleanora had pretended she cared about his family’s opinions, but she didn’t have to do that anymore. Of course she still valued her father’s esteem, but not right then.

Eleanora approached with an almost uncharacteristically warm smile. “Eva, it’s been ages, how are you?” They’d been friendly at Hogwarts, thanks to the meddling of a certain potions professor but since graduation, and Eleanora’s subsequent engagement, she’d allowed some distance to open between them, and then grow.

[evangelinetonks]

Over Valentine’s Weekend, Evangeline didn’t have much to occupy her time.  Her afternoon was spent exploring Hogsmeade,  her eyes opting to ignore the romantic bunting and smooching couples.  Although, it might not have been a nice day to be single. It was a good photo opportunity for the paper.  It was wise to assume that the Prophet would want to cash in on a feature surrounding the romantic festivities. A light and breezy holiday, compared with the disastrous results of the Ministry’s New Years Gala.  Evangeline found it easier, to dive into her work and take photos of loved up couples.  Other than focus on her own single status, not that she minded much. But as couples cosied up in the corner of Madame Puddifoots and wandered hand in hand along Hogsmeade.  Evangeline couldn’t help a bit like a lonely spectator as she asked couples at the bonfire if they would be interested in a photo and sharing their names for the next edition. 

Toying with her camera in her hand, Evangeline got ready to once again dive into the crowd for a source of distraction.  At least that way, she looked busy and less like she was gazing longingly into a group of couples.  In fact, Eva was quite enjoying her single lifestyle, even if half the time her feelings were elsewhere. She was still having fun while doing it.  Evangeline was about to take a step forward, sling her camera over her arm and get cracking when she caught glimpse of Eleanora approaching.  Relieved to see a friendly face amongst all the strangers, her feet remained planted where they were.  The two women had been friendly in school, an unlikely bond that grew from trying to meddle with other people’s potions to make their own better.  It had been fun, and while their social circles seemed polar opposite. She had always enjoyed Eleanora’s company.  

“Ele,” Eva greeted, warmly.  Placing her camera over her shoulder and relaxing her shoulders.  “It’s been far too long.  Adult life goes by far too quickly.” She mused, before nodding. “I’ve been better. Valentine’s Day always seems to have a bit of a somber feeling. How are you?”  @yamineleanora