nymphadora tonks. she reminded me of freshly picked flowers and sticky candy floss, mixed with a gentle hint of debauchery. auror. mother & wife. punk. twenty seven.
🎬 for me to use a line from the last movie I watched as a starter
📹 for me to use a line from my favorite movie as a starter
📚 for me to grab the book nearest to me, flip to a random page, and use the first line of dialogue I see as a starter
🎧 for me to shuffle my playlist and use the first line of the next song as a starter
🎶 for me to use my favorite line of the last song I listened to as a starter
📺 for me to use a line from the last TV show I watched as a starter
💻 for me to use a line from my favorite TV show as a starter
🎵for me to shuffle my playlist and use my favorite line of the next song as a starter
😊 for me to make a starter based off the first thing in your wanted plots tag
😉 for me to make a starter based off the first thing in my wanted plots tag
💋 for a shippy starter
😡 for an angsty starter
👊 for an argument/fight starter
🌈 for a random encounter starter
🏩 for a nsfw starter
📫 for a text message starter
💀 for a dark starter
🍬 for a fluffy starter
The disillusionment charm always worked wonders during Draco’s errands, concealing his otherwise DISTINGUISHABLE features. He’d quickly mastered it - as he mastered most things - and so translucency became his safety blanket. When one has their face plastered over EVERY news outlet in the Wizarding World, a hat and some sunglasses isn’t quite enough to ward away the wronged.
’ Worked wonders ’ that is, until some insolent dosser decided to trample Draco’s cloak, barging past like a stampede of hippogriffs tracking the scent of an innocent. Whilst his body remained indistinct, the items in his hand - flasks and cylinders, Essence of Comfrey and fifty-two beetle’s eyes - toppled to the ground and smashed into a cacophony of absolute, bloody shit.
“Were you BORN an idiot or do you have a monthly subscription to Wazzock Weekly?” Draco sneered, feeling the charm prickle his skin as it dissolved, leaving him very much PERCEIVABLE to the patrons of Diagon Alley. His hunched stance snapped swiftly back into the rigid posture of a Malfoy, and his stomach dropped amongst the insect parts scattered on the pavement. He prepared to run, twisting to find the nearest, DARKEST, dingiest alleyway to disappear into but, instead, he found himself hitting a firm chest and meeting familiar eyes. “You,” he said, and stopped trying to run.
Her mother’s side of the family had always been a bit of a MYSTERY. A shit one, though, one filled with shit people that Tonks wanted little to do with ------ any people who treated her mother and father as less for their love were people she thought lowly of, but especially when it was family. She could not understand it, especially now that she was a mother, now that she had HELD her own kid in her arms. How her maternal grandmother had ever been able to cast her own daughter out was beyond her.
It was a mystery, both because she could not understand it, and because she barely knew who those people were. Well, that wasn’t entirely true --- she had met her dear aunt a few times, with her hooded eyelids and maniacal laughter. STILL, there was a whole line of people she was disconnected from --- people whose names she had read in newspapers, who were famed for all the reasons, people she shared blood with and nothing else.
Draco Malfoy was one of those people. Her cousin, her only cousin, and a stranger, too. Most things she knew about him she’d heard through Harry, and if you put that together with the mentions of him in the Prophet ... it didn’t paint a pretty picture. But when she stumbled into him on a day as ORDINARY as any other, she decided to forget all that for a second. “I’m actually a columnist there,” she quipped, assessing the other as she took a small step back, in order to avoid any more bump-ins. “They value my point of view, and I’ve got dozens of stories that fit the topic.” She was rambling, making stupid comments --- she didn’t know if it was out of nervousness or because she just wanted to get on the other’s nerves. “This is awkward.”
As if it were even possible, if the aftermath of the war Bill had become more carefree, at the same time as becoming more protective. He often joked it was the wolf instincts, ignoring he’d never even changed and all it remained to be was cosmetic marks and a change in how he liked meat. But in the aftermath, he held his loved ones closer and let his own restraints down, it was his way of moving forward.
“On a scale of one to ten, how soon would I have to apparate to St Mungos if I drank a bottle of firewhiskey? Hypothetically, of course.”
“SHIT, Bill, how low is your alcohol tolerance?,” wondered Tonks, shooting the other a rather confused look. “One bottle? That’s not gonna give you alcohol poisoning, trust me. Unless you never drink, or are a literal baby.” She grinned, then, sitting up a little. She liked Bill, liked all the Weasleys ( well, Percy was maybe a bit of a different story, but she still did not hate him ), and Tonks was always down to challenge those whose company she enjoyed. “Wanna have a drinking contest or something, then? See who passes out first, or ends up sick soonest? I’ll bet you a few galleons that I’ll win.”
“can you believe my mum still sends me letters? hand written letters? she’s.. the best.” he couldn’t even badmouth molly considering how incredible she is and it was obvious that ron loved her, even with the beaming smile on his face as he stared down at the writing. though he was also slightly hammered, which surely contributed to the happiness. “you’d think i didn’t see her every day with the way she writes. if you read this, i reckon you’d think i was gone for months.” ron’s eyes rolled then, hand slapping down against the bar. “but less of me rambling, i should buy you a drink, huh? one beer? for me?”
“I think it’s time we introduce Molly Weasley to the wonders of having an iPhone,” said Tonks, grinning a little. She glanced at the letter, unable to control her curiosity, but she could not make out the words ----- it was dark, and she was a bit tipsy. “She’s a great one, though, your ma. Not as cool as mine, that’s for sure, but still. Sends me letters every now and then, too, always wanting to see pics of Teddy.” A nod then, and she herself slapped a hand on her colleague’s shoulders. “Thought you’d never ask. I’ll get the next round, yeah?”
There was a CRASH, a few breaks, and silence before most in the Leaky went back to minding their own business. Hannah looked to her right, only to see Jennifer ( one of her first hires as manager ) has not only spilled an entire flight of butterbeer ( Hannah had thought to incorporate new kinds into the menu ), but spilled it on a wix in front of her. “Shite,” walking over to the scene, she smiled at them, taking out her wand to do a few quick repairing &cleaning charms. “I’m so sorry about that, we’ll get you a free drink, on us, yeah? Maybe a free drink everytime you come in for the rest of the month with the sight of this.” Placing a reassuring hand on Jen’s shoulder, she took the tray and the remnants of the rest of the mess to the back.
Going back to her post she sighed, talking to the person nearest to her, “fucking hell, you’d think it was a bloody DEMOLITION derby in this pub. I’m going to hope no one really saw that and got it on their phones for Youtube or worse, Instagram.”
It wasn’t as if Tonks needed any drinks to NUMB something, as her brain was completely fried. She loved her job. Really. She’d worked her ass off to get it, was incredibly dedicated, and did not want to complain, BUT the paperwork was killing her. She hated it: the forms, the reports, the summaries, the procedures --- it was boring, frankly, and she didn’t see the use, anyway: she had a good memory. If anyone wanted to know what had happened, they could just bloody ask her, rather than look up the file. Would make for a lot more chats in the office, anyway.
In an attempt to make her brain feel less clouded with complete boredom, she’d taken to the Leaky after work, hoping to get a bit of an energy kick so she’d have enough stamina to deal with her blue-haired son. Teddy reminded her of her, which was why he was so exhausting. She was talking to a fellow Ministry employee she’d dragged along, playing a game of cards, a wide grin on her face ( she was winning ) when she heard the crash. She rose, quickly, the reflexes the war had instilled in her body still very much present. Eyes fell on Hannah Abbott, and she soon enough realised that the situation was less dire than her body had thought it was. “I didn’t really see it, but I can imagine what happened,” she said, when the blonde addressed her, a small grin on her lips. “So what if they did, though? Maybe it’ll go VIRAL, which’ll only get you more traffic. Besides, people love a clumsy girl, so your waitress will probably even benefit from it. But if you want me to confiscate some phones to make sure no one filmed it, I got my badge with me.”
question: what are you?
answer: to define is to limit.
was that really NYMPHADORA TONKS-LUPIN? it’s been a long time since that HALF BLOOD wore the HUFFLEPUFF colours around the halls of hogwarts. i suppose the whispers of muggle borns swearing they saw VELLA LOVELL were about them, which does make more sense. so tell me, is it true she works as an AUROR? i suppose there’s no better way to make the most of their DEPENDABLE and CHAOTIC nature. funny how time flies, i remember our first day and hogwarts and now they’re TWENTY SEVEN years old.
it’s mar again, with her second nerd! before i start my intro, i have a pinboard for tonks right here and a fact sheet here! once again, i’m going to separate stuff in canon and post-battle stuff!
pre battle of hogwarts !
if you asked certain people, nymphadora tonks should not have been born. but she was, and she’s been pretty unapologetic since. the first eight years of her life were spent in fear: there was a war raging on, and her mother and father had painted targets on their backs, simply by loving each other, by marrying and having a daughter. they lived quietly, in a cottage protected by spells. tonks wasn’t isolated, though: she entered the muggle world plenty, the wizarding one every now and then, and had plenty of little meet ups with other kids her age.
still, the constant reminder that they had to be careful was part of her youth. and tonks hated it. tonks was rambunctious, restless, hyperactive, quickly angry: she inherited most of these traits from her dad, but there was definitely some of andromeda in her too ( that stubbornness, mostly ). tonks didn’t want to be careful, she wanted to kick the world and explore it all.
she decided to go by TONKS when she was six, by the way; she found nymphadora way too long, didn’t like writing it, either. she found it so unfair that her dad was called ted, when her name was about the same length of a novel. and so she became tonks.
while her parents weren’t part of the order, there were sometimes members that came over the floor, bloody and panting and sweating, and while her mother always ushered her to her room, tonks always tried to take a peak. these people were heroes in her eyes, faceless people who fought the right fight!!! man. she was so intrigued. probably questioned sirius about it for years
she still remembers the day the war ended very clearly. she was taken to the celebrations for about an hour, saw fireworks and squealed harder than she’d ever had. she saw her parents cry, and she thought they were just happy, but they’d also lost people. and then the next day, sirius was arrested, and she couldn’t comprehend it. this influenced her greatly so MORE about this later.
life went on after the war, and tonks eventually went to hogwarts and was sorted into hufflepuff. she loved hogwarts. oh. my god. she loved hogwarts! it was so good. tonks was a p eager and hyper student, continued to be her rambunctious self and just .... took to the castle as a hurricane.
the idea of becoming an auror slipped into her mind when she became a little older and began to understand what had happened during the war a little better. she and her classmates were all kids bred during war, and she knew know that there was so much she hadn’t known. those bleeding order members were not just heroes, they had been fighting for the right to live. those tears from her parents might have been from grief too. so much fell in its place, but one thing continued to chew at her: sirius.
it just made no sense to tonks? she knew that maybe she had just been disillusioned by sirius, because she’d been a kid, and he’d been cool and like a weird kind of older brother, but she felt like it was not just that. it made no sense. it made no sense. she saw what turning her back on the black family had done to her mother, and so could imagine what it would’ve done to sirius. andromeda had found a new family, and she imagined sirius had, too, with these friends of his --- it MADE NO SENSE. for a long time, she felt very disillusioned and naive and betrayed, even, but she just couldn’t let it go --- she had little family, as her father was an only child and sirius had been the only family member of her mother’s side that had been in their lives, and so she couldn’t let it go, especially not when she heard about how his case had gone, how he’d not even gotten a trial --- tonks was a puff, was fair, was just, and she was angry, at the lack of explanation, the lack of anything. this all factored into her wish to become an auror, too. to understand more. to make sure things would be fair and just. it didn’t even matter if sirius was guilty or not, that she would never know ( at least, so she thought LOL ), it wasn’t 100% about that: it was about the fact that there’d been no trial.
as we all know, tonks ended up becoming an auror! and it’s rad! and she’s clumsy but she makes it through training! and she’s so proud of herself and she loves her job, even though the ministry is corrupt, bc she can let go of her energy there, but also use her brain! and then a year later voldemort returns and she’s invited to join the order of the phoenix by moody and she says yes, of course she says yes, and before she knows it she’s part of an underground organisation
when the order is reinstated, she also meets sirius again, and she feels so relieved that the feeling that it did not make sense was right, and she’s also damn hyped to have more family! she meets more people, like remus -- husband material, tbh -- and some more peeps we all know ‘n love. being part of the order is hard work and it’s serious business and it’s scary, sometimes, but tonks is dedicated and determined and she’s not going to back down, that’s for sure.
somewhere along the line, she fell for remus, and he fell for her, and it took a while but they found each other and suddenly there was something light among the dark, which only made it harder. because it was hard. it was really hard, but it was worth it. they got married, and tonks cried, and she didn’t wear a dress because fuck that. and then she got pregnant, and she was scared and angry and scared --- she knew that bringing a child into a war was possible ( her parents did it with her, after all, and she turned out okay ), but she didn’t know if she wanted to do that, too, not when she and remus were fighting tooth and nail.
tonks was a lot to be around when she was pregnant. she was angry and emotional and impatient, and oh my god, i think everyone let out a sigh of relief when teddy was finally born. and tonks was too, and he was perfect and beautiful and she named him after her dad and!!! wow. tonks felt so happy --- she had a family; a son and a husband and two parents, and a weird kind of uncle/cousin guy on the side, and she was just. weeping.
she wasn’t going to fight in the battle, just in case something would go wrong. but then she went anyway, because tonks was not going to let remus fight on his own ( not that she doubted that he was capable, but she felt wrong not being on his side ). and they made it through ( fuck u canon! ) and they won the war, even if they lost a lot of things, they won, and teddy wouldn’t have to grow up during a war, and tonks laughed and cried into remus’ shoulder when it was done, and cried for harry and all these kids that fought, and she cried for all the kids whose parents didn’t live and she cried, because they won, but also because there had to be a fight in the first place
post battle of hogwarts + ramblings!
tonks just? kept on working? she arrested death eaters and was not going to stop, not for anything. but above all, she dedicated herself to remus and teddy: her family. tonks loves them so much, holy shit; her whole instagram is basically pictures of teddy? and remus? she’s so happy. will go off about them.
i can imagine tonks definitely spending some spare time having helped out rebuilding hogwarts, and there also talking to students who fought/went through shit? she’s eager to help, tbh, and would just be there!! running around!! stumbling over loose rocks but probably lifting spirits and stuff.
she’s such a millenial i swear. to. god.
tonks is queer as hell, btw. she doesn’t really like labels, doesn’t really care for them; she mostly just calls herself queer, but she’s attracted to everyone, and feels like gender is just a construct and doesn’t really adhere to it? she does feel like a woman/girl, and so doesn’t mind female pronouns, but she definitely also sometimes doesn’t feel like one. she’s just like! gender is fake everyone!
very dedicated to her work, esp now that the ministry is becoming so much!!! better!!! she’s so glad to see so much change, to see things move forward -- finally. -- and she’s def working hard to contribute to this all.
idk man tonks is a mess, an emotionally driven, eager to help, mess of a person, who somehow is also a good mother and works her ass off? probably breaks a glass twice a day!
“when he kisses her he is begging, pulling, pleading he is asking her to accept every bruise, cut, scar— every dark secret she will never know— everything about himself he cannot quite accept yet. but when she kisses him she is giving, she is promising she is telling him that, despite all the scars, bruises, cuts— all the secrets she may never know— that she still loves him, even when he cannot love himself.”
— that is the essence of tragedy. | E.C.A. (via alleyspat)
