Ezra Tonks

[ezratonks]

yamineleanora​:

@ezratonks​

Ezra Tonks had a mouth made for smiling. Eleanora had noticed that even before she began wondering if he had a mouth made for kissing, too. And it didn’t matter that smiles came easily to him or that earning one wasn’t a particularly difficult task, she still felt like it was one of the best things she’d ever do. Even when it was because he’d been teasing her, and really with anyone else Eleanora hated to be teased, that smile would always be worth it. Perhaps the most remarkable thing about Ezra’s smile was how easily it called forth an answering smile from her own lips, and how it was always a wider, softer, more genuine smile than the polite one she put on for show. So even though she knew he was smiling because he’d caught her blushing, because her face was an open book to him, Eleanora couldn’t help smiling back, keeping her tone light to match his own. “Of course, that was a ghastly split lip you had.” 

“I remember.” Eleanora murmured, glancing down and away. It was something she probably shouldn’t have said, but it just slipped out. It wouldn’t do to dwell on the past, it didn’t change anything about the present, but being in his arms was warmer than her favorite sweater and at this point she was confident that was a feeling she’d never forget. Eleanora eyed Ezra’s jacket with a bittersweet smile. It was a very muggle gesture, to offer his jacket instead of reaching for his wand, and it was a sharp reminder that they came from and, despite their shared magical ability, belonged to two very different worlds. But it was also a charming, and even gallant, gesture and if she put aside the knowledge that he would do the same for anyone, she could pretend he’d made the offer because he still cared about her. 

As tempting as it was, Eleanora knew she should refuse and she hesitated, arguing with herself. She shouldn’t be here. The damage their fumbling conversation was doing to her own heart paled in comparison to what would happen if the wrong person came out of the pub or walked by on the street. If someone saw them like this, standing too close and her with her heart in her eyes, and it got back to her father or Regulus’ family, it wouldn’t matter that they were only talking and she was no longer engaged. And she knew she wouldn’t pay nearly as high a price as he would. If she were a better person, she’d take the excuse to walk away. She’d say something like, ‘oh no, I should be going anyway’ and leave him be, leave him safe. But Eleanora wasn’t a good person and there was that smile, promising it would be okay. So she thanked him quietly and pulled the jacket on, resisting the urge to bury her face in the collar. 

Despite the long moment she’d left it hanging in his hand, the jacket was still warm from Ezra’s body and Eleanora buried her hands in the pockets to wrap it more tightly around her, allowing herself to nestle into it, just a little bit. Again, she saw an opportunity to end the conversation when he asked where she’d been going and, again, she watched it pass by. Instead, she shrugged. “Nowhere pressing. I was just heading home.” Then, she asked the question burning in the back of her mind that she really didn’t want to know the answer to. “What about you? Did you come here with someone? Or were you just trolling for damsels in distress?” She added a joke to the end in an attempt to cover up how apprehensive she was about his response.

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“It was ghastly, you get it,” he nodded, a quick grin accompanying his words. Secretly, her use of the word ghastly entertained him. This time not because he wanted to tease her but because it wasn’t a word he ever thought to use. It was a word that was so very Eleanora and it sounded good on her lips. He quickly derailed that train of thought knowing that thinking about her lips would only end badly. “It’s usually a curse anyway, it makes being in sunny places a little difficult,” he joked. It also was usually something the people he slept with enjoyed, always happy to cuddle up to his warmth. That was another thing he kept to himself. Despite having broken up quite a while ago now, he really didn’t want her to think about him doing anything with other people. 

After he offered her jacket there was a moment of pause. A moment of pause that felt very very long. He imagined what was going through her head as she eyed up the jacket. His main hope was that she worrying that someone would see them who would make her regret it. He hoped that because he was also concerned that she was thinking of a way to get out of saying yes because she didn’t want to take his jacket but she was too polite to say so. Her smile didn’t give him any clues; not quite happy but not quite sad. But all his worries faded away when her hand closed around the jacket and she pulled it around her body. He made some attempt to hide his smile as seeing her in it but it was difficult as he watched her almost cuddle into the oversized coat.

“Its a little late, you must have been somewhere exciting.” Unlike her, he didn’t quite have the desire to ask her if he was on any sort of date. The idea still left a rather painful feeling in his stomach so he was choosing to avoid it in case the answer was she had just been on the best date of her life or something. He laughed lightly as she spoke about damsels in distress, rubbing the back of his neck with a small smile. He shook his head. “No, I was just out with Evangelina. I’ve got to work on our birthday so we’re doing a mini celebration today with some friends. Who she’s abandoned me for by the way,” he tutted jokingly.

[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. 

[ezratonks]

Generally, Ezra and Evangeline saw each other a couple of times a week. Despite no longer living together or having the castle to connect them, they were as attached at the hip as two grown adults could be. Which, truth be told, wasn’t as much as Ezra would have liked. He liked seeing his sister everyday, more than he liked seeing anyone else. She understood him on a level that very few, if any, other did. She let him be himself even when that meant letting his potential go to waste as his parents so often put it.

The one thing that came between them, that drove a wedge between the twins, was the war, and their positions in it. Neutrality had been the only option Eva considered, while Ezra couldn’t fathom it. It was the one time their thoughts and ideas were so starkly contrasting, and to this day it made him unease. It was lessened now that the war was over but every now and then something camee back to remind him of it. He had no idea today would be one of the days. 

Hey,” he greeted when she she answered the door. “What, do I need to owl in advance before I call?” he askeed jokingly, well aware that wasn’t the case. Their differences had never been big enoughh to make them unwecome in the other’s home. He tried to carefully but subtly study her expression as she let him in, aware that something was off. Given that they did usually see each ither quite often, it was weird that it had been so long since he saw his sister and he couldn’t help the distinct feeling that she was avoiding him. “What are you looking for?” he asked as he walked into the room, looking at the boxes she had scattered around the place  “I’m still toying with a few ideas,” he told her.

[ezratonks]

yamineleanora​:

@ezratonks​

Unconsciously, Eleanora raised a hand to her mouth, covering her lips as she hoped the light spilling from the pub was dim enough to hide the pink coloring her cheeks. She’d never told Ezra that her mother had cured her of the habit of biting her lip years before she left for Hogwarts, that it only resurfaced around him, that she wasn’t sure if it was because she was more comfortable with him than anyone else or because he unsettled her more than anyone else. The slow journey of his gaze up her face made her skin flush. Had he been staring at her mouth? It felt like too much to hope for, but Morgana help her if she didn’t want him to do so much more than just stare. She pursed her lips and dropped her hand, reminding herself to breathe. “I suppose I’m feeling charitable enough to agree to disagree.” She rolled her eyes with a wry smile. She was sure if she could just think straight she would quickly realize exactly how to prove she was right, it was, after all, something she was very good at. But his easy smile made it hard to breathe and no matter how often she’d thought of it, no matter how much she’d missed it, the lost years between them left her unused to the way it affected her. 

Eleanora shook her head, still smiling. ‘Someone had to,’ and while most people would look at a situation and hope for someone else, Ezra would always step up and decide to be someone himself. Damn stupid, reckless, beautiful, brave boy. Man. It made her want to wring his neck a little, but more so it made her want to kiss him. She shook her head again at his question, as if the physical motion could shake the frown off her face. His hasty backpedaling made her soul ache, but she tried not to let it show. It wouldn’t help anyone for her to remind him that there’d been a time when he was the only person she’d tell anything to, or to confess that, in her heart, she still wanted him to be that person. “It’s fine, it’s nothing. I’m just cold.” As if her body were conspiring with her to make the lie more believable, a shiver shuddered up her spine in accompaniment to her words. It wasn’t wholly implausible; she’d always been one to get cold easily. Even though Spring was on its way, the night air still had teeth, and it really wasn’t mild enough for Eleanora to be comfortably hanging around outside after dark just yet. But of course she was standing here anyway, because how was she supposed to not fall into Ezra’s gravity when he was right there?

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He gave a sheepish grin as she covered her mouth with her hand, realising he had caught her doing something she was embarrassed by. And while Ezra had no interest in embarrassing Eleanora, there had always been something endearing about the pink flush  that covered her cheeks when he did so. Back in the day, when things were brighter and the future felt more promising, he only ever teased her to try and get such a response, the same pleased grin coming onto his face every time he achieved it. This time his smile was a little more subdued, knowing things weren’t the same as they had once been. He laughed as she pursed her lips, thee expression another one he was once very used to, one that also usually came as a result of his teasing. “Thank you, I think I’ve suffered enough for one night, don’t you?” he asked jokingly. 

He raised an eyebrow lightly when she said she was cold, shrugging off his jacket and holding it out to her. “You know me, I always run warm,” he said, knowing she would dispute the offer. “Plus, I have alcohol in my system now, I can’t feel the cold anyway.” He gave her a soft smile, prompting her to take it with a small nod. Now, did he know he could just cast a warming spell to help her? Yes. Did she? Most likely. But he couldn’t stop himself from the more muggle tradition of offering her his jacket. “Where were you going?” he asked curiously. “Before I so... ungracefully captured your attention?”

[ezratonks]

yamineleanora​:

@ezratonks​

In another life, Eleanora might have pointed out that she’d had his face memorized since she was sixteen, that she probably thought about it more than he did, that if anyone was an expert on his face, it was her. Even after all these years, even now that he was more man than boy, she could still see the shadow of the teenager she’d known. But she had no right to say such things. She had no right to him, and even if she hadn’t already been keenly aware of that, the awkward chill between them would have been more than enough of a reminder. She knew it was wishful thinking, but a naive corner of her heart had dreamed that seeing him again would feel just like it had when they were young. There had been a time when Ezra was the only person things were easy with, but clearly that time was long gone. So she pulled her lower lip between her teeth for a moment before settling on a safe response. “Or maybe, since it’s your face it means you can’t be objective.”

Eleanora shook her head and smiled, possibly more fondly than she should have. “Of course you did.” It was hard to put her finger on what exactly it was about Ezra that first caught her attention, and there probably weren’t enough hours in a day to list the reasons she’d loved him, and still did, but near the top was the way he cared about other people, whether he knew them or not. Most of the people in her world were selfish, even herself. The only selfless thing Eleanora had ever done was walk away from Ezra, setting him free to find someone better; someone who didn’t have to keep him a secret, someone he could introduce to his family, someone whose love didn’t put him in danger. “I’m sure she appreciated it.” Eleanora couldn’t keep a small frown off her face. She knew she had no right, but she didn’t like the thought of him coming to the rescue of some girl. She didn’t like the idea that someone else might fall in love with him, even though she was sure it had already happened, and would many times over.

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Ezra watched Eleanora with a small smile as she looked at him, clearly running through thoughts in her head and to some extent at a loss for what to say. He couldn’t blame her, his mind was struggling to keep up after the shock of seeing her walk towards him. “You still bite your lip when you’re thinking,” he said softly, his eyes trailing from that lip pulled between her teeth to her eyes as she spoke.  He hadn’t really meant to say it out loud but it slipped out as he watched her. He had witnessed her pull that expression more times than he could count, watching her bite her lip out of nerves or deep thought, often playfully chiding her for doing so. “Maybe. I don’t suppose we can really know for certain which of us is right,” he replied with a smile, half feeling like he might have got hit harder than he thought and was imagining this whole thing. But - if that was true - he intended to enjoy it. 

He grinned as she smiled, happy to see an expression he was once familiar with and still just as fond of. “Someone had to at least try and shut him up,” he said with a half shrug. Ezra really wasn’t a violent person but he was someone with a big heart and a lot of concern for other. Unfortunately, sometimes this led him to situations where violence prevailed, though he never actually went out of his way to start a fight. “Well I hope so, that bloody hurt,” he joked, his expression faltering as he watched her face turn down into a frown. “What’s that look for?” he asked softly, pretty sure he couldn’t have said anything to upset her already. Quickly realising he didn’t really have any right to that information anymore he hurriedly spoke again. “You don’t have to tell me obviously, you can tell me to bugger off,” he half laughed, rubbing the back of his head a little nervously.

[ezratonks]

yamineleanora​:

@ezratonks​

“Fine is a relative term.” For a moment, she was seventeen again, not yet engaged, and she could pretend everything was simple. Eleanora quirked an eyebrow with a sly smile and made the mistake of meeting Ezra’s gaze. The intensity that he was studying her face with stopped her breath in her chest. She wasn’t used to being looked at like that, to feeling seen. She found comfort in controlling how people perceived her, but with Ezra that ship had sailed years ago without her even realizing what was happening. Eleanora forced herself to take a deep breath and turned her attention back to his split lip, trying to focus more on the injury itself than the location. Wounds were not Eleanora’s area of expertise, but based on the length of the slash, the stain on the towel, and the blood that was still weeping slightly, it needed more than just a charm to reduce the swelling. She drew her wand and carefully pressed her thumb against his lower lip to keep it still. 

“Don’t move.” She would have liked to be able to say her voice was steady and commanding, but she could hear a breathy quality to it that missed the mark. With a series of simple charms, Eleanora reduced the swelling, healed the cut, and, because she never did anything by half measures, cleaned up the blood that had made it onto his shirt despite the tea towel. She let her hand linger on Ezra’s face a moment longer than was strictly necessary, then took a small step back. The little bit of added distance did nothing to slow the pounding of her heart. She tucked her hair behind her ears as if that would help her regain some composure. With no excuses left she steeled herself to look him in the eye. “What happened?”

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“It’s my face, doesn’t that make it up to me to decide how fine I am?” he asked with a lightly raised eyebrow. It felt weird talking to her, but also like he never should have stopped. Then again, them no longer talking was through no fault of his. It had been her choice, and her decisions that led them to that point, but now he was rather used to it. He had spent years without her in his life so now just even talking to her, especially in such a casual manner, it felt like something from a past life. Not so much to two of them talking as adults but back when they were kids, maybe when things were just starting between them and everything was playful and easy. All that said, the words were the least of his worries, her hands must more distracting. Every touch was distracting and as she worked to heal his face all he could think about was the warmth of her hands, the small look of concentration on her face.

He just gave a small nod at her command, the smallest he could manage so he wasn’t moving and was sticking to what she asked. He was pretty sure her hand stayed on his face longer than it needed to but he found he didn’t mind. Wen she eventually did pull back he cleared his throat, standing up straighter as he stepped away from the wall. He gave a small smile when she finally met his eyes, shrugging lightly at her question. “Someone was being a prick to a girl and I got involved.”

[ezratonks]

marlsxene​:

Marlene had been on a late night stake out in hopes it could lead to some kind of sighting of the convicts. However like everynight she was left empty handed. Exasperated and frankly pissed off from the lack of progress, the witch had been looking at yet again drowning her sorrows in some kind of liquor to numb the ache of disappointment and grief ridden guilt. 

Having already had a several shots of fire whiskey, she’d been hoping to find Mary at the Hopping pot that was untill the familiar voice chimed in the moon light hue of the night.  “You know everytime you say something like that, the more it sounds like bullshit.” Marlene spoke with a roll of her eyes as she stepped into the light of the hanging lantern off the pub. “Who did you piss off this time?” 

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“This time it’s true,” he claimed, his grin making it seem no less true than the first time he said it. Especially since he couldn’t grin very well given that was exactly where his cut was. The bleeding had stopped at least so while he looked a little worse for wear, he wasn’t much of a mess. 

“I didn’t piss off everyone. Why is that your first assumption?” he asked with pretend offense, really not that bothered at all. Reputations were usually deserved and Ezra had gotten his with otheer Order members during the war, never one to back off from a fight when he felt it was deserved. And anything about blood status felt deserved to him. This however was something different. “I fell off a chair,” he told her, unashamed of the silly accident. “My lip hit the corner of the table.”

[ezratonks]

evangelinetonks​:

Evangeline hadn’t been reserving herself from a visit to the bar, during her time at the Hopping Pot with her brother, Ezra. They hadn’t been out in a while and Evangeline was determined to have a good night.  After all the commotion in the world around them, it was good to get a bit of a break. Holding two shots of tequila in her hands, Eva made her way from the bar. On the hunt for her twin brother.  It was only when she saw the bouncer hurtle a familiar looking fella out of the door of the bar, that Evangeline finally found him.  A small sigh falling from her lips, she knocked back one to the shots before making her way towards the exit. Concealing Ezra’s tequila shot in the pocket of her leather jacket. 

However, as her eyes caught sight of Ezra. She figured a shot was the last thing on his mind as his lip pissed with blood. “Holy Merlin, what happened to you?” Almost wincing from the sight of the blood that was on the tea towel.  As her hand went to get her wand out of her bag,  she reached forward to pass her brother the shot that threatened to spill in her pocket with all the motion. “You’re putting a lot of trust in me, I don’t think I even went to the class on healing spells. So, you may need that afterwards.” Evangeline couldn’t help but chuckle lightly as she aimed her wand at her brother’s lip. “Right–What’s the spell again?” 

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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.

[ezratonks]

not-sirius​:

“Which means it likely is as bad as it looks,” Regulus scoffed. Ordinarily, he would have kept walking without bothering to throw so much as a glance at Ezra but there was something about the injury that caused him to pause. He narrowed his eyes before bothering to speak again, needing a moment to eye Ezra.

“You’re just as bad as Sirius,” Regulus wrinkled his nose. No other greeting was given past his arching an eyebrow and taking a step closer to him. “I don’t think swelling is the only charm you need but if that’s the bare minimum I suppose I can do it.” He let his wand drop from the sleeve of his cloak then took a steadying breath, promptly flicking his wrist to perform a silent healing charm. “You still have…” He trailed off and wrinkled his nose. “Are you sure you don’t want a cleaning spell or one to properly get it to stop on top of that? I’m in a decent enough mood to not try to charge you.”

“Never an optimist, are you, Regulus?” Ezra quipped, not so easily bothered that the comment bothered him in any way. If anything, he was glad to see a familiar face if not a wholly friendly one. At least it wasn’t unfriendly, not any more than Regulus’ general attitude anyway. 

“In what regard?” he asked with a laugh when Regulus brought up his brother, well aware that Sirius had a reputation for being quite reckless when he wanted to be. But Ezra didn’t really consider himself reckless, just a man who often found himself in the wrong situation. “Thanks,” he muttered when the wand was pointing at his face, nodding when the other man offered to help more. “I can hardly say no to that,” he quipped with a quick grin, ignoring the pain as the smile tugged at his lip.

[ezratonks]

lilyebba​:

@ezratonks​

Lily stood with her hands on her hips, frowning. She may have gotten pregnant at 19, and thus missed out on a lot of the bar hopping people did in their early twenties, but that didn’t mean she didn’t recognize the signs of a bar fight when she saw them. It just meant that by 24 she’d well and truly perfected her disappointed mum voice. “Ezra Tonks, have you been getting into fights?” 

Lily lit the tip of her wand and pulled Ezra’s hand clutching the tea towel away from his lip to get a better look at it. When he joined the order, it had quickly become apparent, at least in Lily’s opinion, that Ezra Tonks almost completely lacked basic, self-preservational instincts. But, as one of only a few other muggleborns in the underground resistance, Lily hadn’t hesitated to take him under her wing, filing him away as another one of her brave-to-the-point-of-reckless boys. It was probably a good thing that by that time she’d been engaged to James and largely immune to the boyish charm and “aw shucks” grin Ezra liked to use to worm his way out of trouble.

“If you can’t trust yourself to hold your wand steady you can’t trust yourself to accurately assess an injury.” Lily chided. She extinguished her wand, then gripped his chin firmly to keep him still. While no healer by any stretch of the imagination, Lily had gotten enough practice with minor injuries during the war to make short work of a busted lip. “There. Now you can tell me what happened on the way home, you need to dry out.”

Ezra grinned sheepishly but unashamed as Lily stood in front of him, looking every bit the part of the chiding mum he was sure she wanted to portray. And if it was actually his mum he likely would have had the decency to look ashamed of himself, but with Lily he didn’t really feel the need. She had seen him in much worse states than this. Though at least those had been someone else’s doing for the most part. “Just finishing them, Lily Potter,” he grinned in reply.

He rolled his eyes as she pulled his hand away but let her look at his lip, holding back his grin for a moment so she could do so. “Holding a wand steady and assessing an injury are too very different things. Plus, I do trust myself to hold my wand steady in general, just no so close to my face. That feels like it could end very badly for me,” he argued, making a noise of complaint when she grabbed his chin, but holding still for her nonetheless. 

“Not a chance. Night’s still young and I’m all healed up,” he denied with a quick smile.

[ezratonks]

yamineleanora​:

@ezratonks​

She should just keep walking, Eleanora knew that. She was late as it was, staying at the shop to miss dinner with her parents having turned into losing track of time over a particularly fascinating pocket watch. Her father would be getting anxious, and nothing good would come of it if he checked the shop and she wasn’t there or at home. If it had been anyone else, she would have easily moved on. But there was one voice that haunted her dreams, one voice that she stayed up too late just to hear on the radio, one voice that she couldn’t walk away from. At least, not without more willpower than she had left after a long day of mind-numbing work and avoiding her parents’ incessant matchmaking. She watched as the passerby Ezra had actually been speaking to hurried on their way, then found herself crossing the narrow street. 

As she got closer her steps slowed. It had been nearly four years since she’d seen him, spoken to him, touched him, and just because she carried that time like an anvil in her chest didn’t mean that Ezra did. He might want nothing to do with her, or worse be indifferent. Her face may have faded into his memory while his still burned in her mind. The thought made her stomach twist uncomfortably. But even with her hesitance, her feet were moving faster than her fears and she was already standing in front of him, so there was no going back now. She avoided meeting his eyes, as if that would make the proximity more bearable. It didn’t any more than keeping her gloves on kept the warmth of his skin from sinking into her fingertips as she gently tilted his head toward the light spilling from the partially open door. “Let me look at it,” she murmured, guiding his hand away from his mouth with a light touch.

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“I’ll take that as a no,” Ezra muttered to himself as the passerby shrugged apologetically and walked on without further response. He sighed softly and leaned back against the wall, resting his head back against the cool stone as he shut his eyes. Even if he didn’t fix it himself he was hopeful it would just stop bleeding on it’s own in a few minutes and he could head back inside. Long before he knew he was a wizard he had gotten plenty of cuts and scrapes without any magic to heal them so he was fairly sure it would be fine. As long as it didn’t need stitches anyway. He only opened his eyes again as he heard a new set of footsteps approaching, not expecting anyone in particular but somehow still shocked when he saw who it was. He pushed off the wall, standing up straight again, half thinking she couldn’t possibly be walked towards him.

Just as he convinced himself she was going to just walk into the pub she stopped in front of him. Eleanora Burke. He watched her face though it seemed like she was avoiding his gaze. She looked different; older - the last time he had been anywhere near this close to her they had practically been kids. Her fingers tilted his head without so much as a ‘hello’ and he just let her, too stunned to say much. When she did finally speak it was with some relief that he noted her voice sounded the same, and could clearly still make him do whatever she wanted because he moved his hand without resistance. “It’s fine..” he murmured, dropping his hand to his side, still focused on her face. He wasn’t even thinking about the bleeding anymore, far too preoccupied with her hands touching his face.

[ezratonks]

Who: Ezra & Open When: Mid February - Nighttime Where: Outside The Hopping Pot

“I promise, it’s not as bad at it looks.” Ezra’s claim came after a surprised look from a passerby, a sheepish smile accompanying his words. He was standing with his back against the wall, leaning next to the closed door of The Hopping Pot, the low music still able to be heard as the wind stopped it from staying shut. Despite Spring coming right around the corner, a serious chill was still cutting through the air and dark clouds hovering overhead. He glanced up at the sky, hoping at the very least that it wouldn’t start to rain while he was stuck out here. His promise was on account of the tea towel he currently had pressed to his mouth, stopping the bleeding from a seemingly nasty cut on his lip.

It wasn’t that bad anyway, and the alcohol he had consumed in the hours prior to the incident stopped it from hurting all that much. “Although if you could help out with a charm to help the swelling I’d appreciate it. I’d do it myself but I’m not sure how steady my hand would be.” Considering how he got the injury and his subsequent removal from the pub, he had a fair idea it wouldn’t be very steady at all.

[wariswonhq]

Ezra Tonks, 22, Ravenclaw Alum, Alex Fitzalan FC, TAKEN.

Birthday: February 23 Blood Status: Muggle Gender & Pronouns: up to player Occupation: up to player Sided with: The Order of the Phoenix

Personality

Positive Traits: Humorous, captivating, attentive listener, playful, hard working Negative Traits: Closed off, defensive, reckless, people pleaser Summary: Upon meeting Ezra it’s hard not to think he’s full of good traits and attributes. He comes across as every bit the charming and funny man anyone would want to befriend, going out of his way to make others laugh and create entertainment for them wherever he can. But quietly, and in the back of his personality, are Ezra’s more negative traits that tend to only come out when you get to know him more deeply. His outgoing and playful nature really just hides a closed off exterior and a boy that is scared of being a disappointment. He has a constant urge to do more with his life, more than everyone expects from him, but he also feels unable to do so.  

Growing up:

Despite the how close Ezra’s sister was born after him, he was a middle child through and through. Not the oldest, the youngest, the loudest, the only boy… he was bang slap in the middle of everything, and had nothing really special to make him stand out. He spent most of his formative years vying for a way to stand out, only to be left in the shadows of his siblings, almost always regarded as Ted’s younger brother or Evangeline’s quiet twin. He wanted to stand out, he wanted the attention they got, but it just never seemed to happen. He was always a little behind his siblings while still being expected to live up to Ted’s kindness and look after his sister. It left a taste for rebellion in his mouth, a strong desire to get noticed in any way he could.

Regardless, his childhood was a happy one. He was born with a best friend by his side and parents and a brother that did everything in their power to look after him. Ted was the big brother he needed when he was younger, if a little over bearing when he started to grow up. Evangeline was his best friend, the person who stood by his side through tantrums and telling offs, and who’s hand he held when their ideas got a little bit dangerous. The first memory he has of really being sad is when Ted boarded the Hogwarts Express, the second when he got his first sign of accidental magic. The latter would have been a happy moment for most kids but as far as Ezra was concerned he didn’t want to be magic if Eva wasn’t too. He spent the next couple of months recognising the signs when his magic was about to come, and hiding it from her in whatever way he could. While he wasn’t always successful, he did his best to hide all traces of magic from his family for those few months, his deceit a mixture between not wanting to upset Eva and not wanting to go away without her. But months later, her magic finally came, and Ezra finally delighted in the knowledge that they would be joining Ted in Hogwarts.

His delight didn’t last as long as he expected. To this day he can remember the sorting clear as day. Evangeline’s name followed by ‘HUFFLEPUFF’, Ted giving her a bear hug as she sat down next to him with a beam, both of them looking up at him expectantly as he walked to the stool, the surprised noise that the hat made in his head, the quiet murmurs followed by 'RAVENCLAW’. After all his worries of being separated, he had never considered that they wouldn’t be in the same house. He even started to argue but the hat was pulled off his head and McGonagall was pushing him towards the Ravenclaw table as he glanced back at Eva’s crestfallen look. He wasn’t sure he would have been able to make it if it wasn’t for the grin and thumbs up Ted gave him as he walked away.

Even with all his trepidations, Ezra perhaps faired best in Hogwarts out of all the Tonks siblings. It was there that he realised that without Eva sitting by his side distracting him, he was actually rather good at school. His marks went from average to impressive, and suddenly he found himself enjoying his studies. He excelled in any class he was interested in, and still managed to do well in those he disliked. But much as when he was younger, Ezra eventually found someone else to distract him and his grades started to slip again. Grades were important, and he enjoyed his classes, but more than that he enjoyed the attention that came from friends and admirers more. Sitting in the back of the class and joking around got him noticed. Suddenly he had a personality of his own. 'That’s Ezra, the smart one’ … 'Did you hear about the time he..?’ … 'I have potions with him, one time Slughorn kicked him out for…’ … 'I heard he pretends to be bad at Arithmancy to get tutored by Sarah’. People were interested. And he’d take concerned questions from his teachers over his grades over going back to the shadows.

During the war:

After a bit of an intervention from his family, Ezra did actually put the work in when it came to is final exams, and came out with grades that reflected it. He thought this would be the start of a whole new life but it turned out life outside of Hogwarts wasn’t everything he expected. He quickly wished he was back inside the castle, his friends by his side and his sister never far away. No one cared about a class clown outside of Hogwarts, especially when they were all thrust into a messy and cruel war. But Ezra’s want to be noticed hadn’t gone away. He had spent a lot of his school years hearing taunts and jibes about his blood status, though he suspected not as much as his siblings. There were two reasons for this in his opinion; 1. He was smart enough and good enough at magic to make some people believe he was alright as far as muggleborns went. 2. He was hard to bully, never one to take anything seriously or let insults affect him.

This meant that he wasn’t oblivious to the prejudices they would face; in fact it was pretty much unavoidable. So when they chance to fight came to him, Ezra didn’t hesitate to sign up. He may have let the insults bounce off him as a child but that was just on the outside. Some of them got into his head and settled there, despite all his best efforts to ignore them. He didn’t want to believe that he was any less talented or deserving because of who his parents were, but thee thoughts came. He never told anyone about any of his insecurities, rarely even Eva, because none of it seemed to effect her. He buried it deep and ignored it until the chance came to fight. To prove himself, to protect those who couldn’t fight, and to make a world that was better than the one he lived in. Unlike both of his siblings, he proudly picked a side, joining the frontlines and preparing to die if that was what it took.

His only regret with his eagerness to join the fight is the distance it put between him and his sister. Eva and Ezra would always be best friends. Distance couldn’t put a dent in that, and a disagreement about how to take part wouldn’t do that either. Still, there was a slight change when he joined the Order of The Phoenix and he watched his sister slink into the shadows he had fought so hard to get out of. Suddenly he was in her role and she was in his. It broke his heart a little to see it. While he never wanted to go quiet again, he did want to do everything he could to get back to a world where Eva could be everything she wanted and more. He got a part time job in a restaurant and put most of his time into The Order, fighting on the frontlines with new and old friends, against new and old enemies, to get the world to a better place.

No time like the present:

And with time, it seemed like they succeeded. Voldemort fell. The war was over. At first, Ezra was as happy as anyone else. Holding his loved ones close and thanking his lucky stars they made it out alive. With time, that same uneasy restlessness settled over him. The war, while awful, had given him something to strive towards. He was in the thick of it constantly. Injured often? Yes. Reckless and stupid? More often than not. But he had felt alive, and when the war ended that fire went out in his life. He quit his job, wandering rather listlessly for a while before he found one with the Wizarding Wireless Network. What started off as something he kind of just stumbled into is now a job he loves and is incredibly proud of. He finally has a solid slot of his own, an hour that’s all his. It is at night time when most people are asleep, but everyone starts somewhere, right?

As has become a normal occurrence in Ezra’s life, his happy easiness hasn’t been able to last that long. The war they fought so hard to overcome, doesn’t seem to have ended all the troubles like they thought it would. Suddenly there’s whispers of an uprising and he has been left with a fear about what’s coming around the corner. Not only that, but being prepared to die for a cause, and it suddenly ending, left a trauma he wasn’t quite prepared for and one he is doing his best to keep to himself.

Connections

Evangeline Tonks - Older than Evangeline by a matter of minutes and far too proud to not rub it in their face. The twins have had each other’s backs since day one and don’t see that changing anytime soon. Their relationship can be described as teasing with one always trying to outdo the other. The only major difference between the two aside from being fraternal was Ezra being the only Tonks to properly pick a side in the war.

Dorcas Meadowes - Teases for no other reason past appreciating the response they earn. They aren’t particularly close outside of having seen each other during Order meetings but Ezra is always happy to see a familiar face.

Rabastan Lestrange - Being the most tolerable of the Lestranges isn’t an easy feat. The title was earned for not making scathing remarks about Ted and Andromeda’s relationship and putting up with the occasional sarcastic remark without resorting to throwing hexes.

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Suggested FC’s

Connor Jessup, Jeremy Irvine, Dylan Sprayberry Please note that Evangeline’s fc is Danielle Campbell and Ted’s fc is Grant Gustin

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