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NOW AT MISBEHAVIING.
( snape ) ;;
in truth, he had been worried over the state of his stores though, worried was a generous word. to be accurate : he was ’ IN A STATE ‘ over the fact they’d clearly been tampered with, stolen from, and the last thing he wanted ( or needed, for that matter, ) was tonks chattering in his ear. ❛ maybe, if you’re willing, we could simply drop the notion of addressing me as anything at all. ❜ he’d never liked her or her absurd hair ( did he like any of his students, former or otherwise ? not really, ) and the last thing he wanted was to be offered help. he did not need any help, not from her or anyone.
A frown momentarily creases Nymphadora's brow ; of course, she'd never been fond of Snape, but she had done well in his classes while attending Hogwarts. And they'd never gotten along, per se, but there hadn't been any sort of deadly enmity between them. And she had thought, too optimistically perhaps, that now that she was out of school, and they were on the same 'side', maybe things would... warm up ?
Shifting her weight from one foot to the other, she shrugs her confusion off and runs a hand through her hair before attempting to lighten the mood with a small chuckle.
❝ Well, sure, I suppose. But are you sure you don't need anything done ? Or any help ? I'd be happy to.... carry..... something ? ❞
( mum ) ;;
❛Well. It was very nice knowing you, Nymphadora. ❜
❝ Are you sure you haven't seen it anywhere ? I coulda sworn I left it here on my last visit. I looked all over my flat and it wasn't anywhere to be found... ❞
( mum ) ;;
”Remind me when exactly you became an expert in Muggle items, bumblebee.”
❝ Whenever Dad uses the toaster he usually puts the bread ------ or, I can't remember, but I don't think that's how you do it. ❞
❝ Mum, I don't think that's how you're supposed to do that... ❞
❝ You look like someone plopped a beetle in your pumpkin juice. D'you need anything, Severus ---- er, sir, or, um, Professor, or..... Hmph. Well, I really don't know what to call you now. Can't really call you Professor anymore, can I ? Or, I suppose I could, but, I'd rather not. D'you have a preference ? ❞
my head of house said i lacked independent || private tonks from hp certain qualities… multi - verse ; crossover, au, & oc friendly { auror office ; inquiries ; guidelines } written by kylie. … like the ability to behave myself.
❝ Mum, I can't find my nice robe. Mad Eye'll kill me if I show up to the office without it ; Scimgeour's due for an inspection, an' we're all supposed to be 'presentable', whatever that means -------- ❞
that awkward moment when i log back on the check on things and i've gained like 368167482 followers. ( not really, that was an exaggeration, but it does make it much more dramatic, don't ya think ? )
❝ there’s an old earth saying, captain ; a phrase of great power and wisdom and consolation to the soul in times of need… allons-y ! ❞
independent || private tenth doctor.
( another student ) ;;
❛ i don’t like trouble. or other people. -–––––––– which is why i’m alone. i can handle myself. i’ll be fine. you don’t need to babysit me. ❜
❝ Well, you can't be out here alone. That's why I'm bothering you. So if you'd like me to stop, you can head back to where everyone is... ❞
RP mun meme
tagged by: slytherrus ___________________________
Mun: kylie. Age: 19. Relationship status: ah, i'm good for the moment with me myself & i. Character: nymphadora tonks.
Do you follow other [Insert your character name’s here]: honestly, i try not to. NOT BECAUSE OTHER TONKS RPERS AREN'T FANTASTIC cause they are, like let's have more tonks love pls, it's just a personal thing. Flaws: hmph, i get distracted easily ( aka i don't talk to ppl for long periods of time because i keep forgetting to send them messages or texts or whatever ), clingy, lazy ( try not to be but what can y'do ) and like a bunch of other things. nobody's perfect. Roleplaying experience: a little over a year. First character you’ve ever played: merida from brave. Ships: REMADORA. that's it pretty much. just cause i haven't really had the chance to explore any others, not cause i don't want to. AntiShips: idk. i don't really have any ?? Favorite character besides your own: from hp ? sirius black.
Do you play AUs? NOT ON THIS BLOG BUT I AM NOT OPPOSED. Angst Rps? always. NSFW? none of that smut stuff cause i'm not into that, but, like, other mature themes can happen with the proper plotting. Fluff? fluff is fun, even if i don't do it that often. Crack? not all the time, somtimes.
Are you selective? yes.
Other blogs you’d like to recommend? ugh, so so so many but, to name a few, darkinherheart, apracticalperfection, frayedxrope, ternpestuous, posyhawthxrne, offireandrebellion and so many others i don't havE ROOM FOR THEM ALL.
Final words? i need to pick up that stack of napkins before my fan blows them all across my room tbh...
( luna lovegood ) ;;
Her silver gaze obliges, flickering briefly to the ring. It was, wasn’t it? ( Mrs. L u p i n . ) How strange. And yet this is not a mental statement made in regards to her once professors martial status, or even the pair’s relationship at all, yet rather the idea that it was that simple. An entire identity, shifted on its axis for a few words and a RING. She reckons she won’t ever change her own name, even if she finds someone that might fancy marrying her. ( Luna Lovegood ) was a sounder name than most anyone could ever hope for. It would really be a shame to split it down the middle. She tunes out just a moment, missing a word or two, yet mentally reappears just in time to catch the GIST.
“I don’t reckon people should be proud of themselves for doing what’s RIGHT. I think that’s what encourages so many people to just stay silent, because that’s what’s expected of them, isn’t it? We can be proud of each other, of course, that’s what friends are for, but…if you applaud yourself for being decent, I think you get off track.”
This is a habit of hers: catching an idle thought and turning it into a monologue. Her ‘knack for embarrassing honesty' often came back to bite her, yet she'll never understand any other way to make peace with one's self. Waking up for another day is impressive enough, in Luna’s mind, though she knows she’d never be satisfied with that. Life was difficult, no matter who you were, yet most people never had the chance to BRAVE. They had all this valiance bottled up, going to waste, ( and the world never sees it ) , because what’s the use of being valiant if you’re not on the front lines? She likes to believe that many would have done what she did. ( There were a lot of good people around. )
She listens in fascination as Luna takes the idea she had presented and runs with it. Rather far, actually. It's a very brilliant sentiment, to be sure, but it's delivery had been unexpected. Not unwelcome, by any means. But still, Tonks had been warned, she should have paid attention. But it makes sense, she supposes, seeing as the Lovegood girl is a Ravenclaw. 'Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure', right ? After a few seconds of attempting to follow the train of thought ( she's almost sure she understands ), she grins.
❝ You're absolutely right. Too bad other people don't share your sentiment, Luna. Maybe more things would get done... ❞
Maybe the war would be over sooner. It's not hard to tell the strain that the mounting danger has been putting on people. Everyone's on edge. And even here, in the midst of a wedding where death and destruction should be the things furthest from people's minds, she can tell that most laughs are forced and most smiles plastered on with little genuine feeling to back them up. Shifting her weight, she glances around at the couples dancing around on the floor and at the people sitting at the tables watching the proceedings. The sense of camaraderie between those who have fought is instant, and, even if they've hardly spoken, Tonks wonders how the girl is doing.
❝ How has it been for you, Luna ? I mean, with everything that's been happening, how are you holding up ? If you don't mind my asking, of course. ❞
☰❙ shut up solomon ;
( lily potter ) ;;
There was a certain sort of self-awareness perhaps it came with the long time spent dead or just the broadening of her own ability to see other people, now encompassing herself as well There was a certain sort of self-awareness Lily had of when she was being a tinge bit horrible. Or at least could be perceived as horrible. For Lily certain felt her attitude towards the other woman was justified, an attitude which only spiked higher at that smile. N O T H I N G should be nice for the woman right now. That she could even think the words helped solidify Lily’s new opinion of her. For this was a new development; there had been uncertainty before, worry about the well being of an old friend whose life choices hadn’t always been wise, but there hd still been a willingness to try and like her. n o m o r e & yet manners still held rein, and she was finding it difficult to get any words out, all of them being ’ not nice ‘ ” You get used to it. “ To what? Who knew. All Lily knew was that she hoped Tonks never did. ( may she live forever uncomfortable, unsettled; penance for what she had done )
Is it just her, or did the room ( or whatever this is ) suddenly grow ten degrees colder ? The smile quickly fades from her lips, leaving a listless and uncertain twitch of the lips in its place. The frigidity emanating from the other woman is causing Dora to wish she had a coat... Is that normal for dead people ? Wincing at the thought ( she's still not sure how she feels about the whole 'being dead' thing ), she crosses her arms in front of her as if to shield herself from the cold.
She's suddenly wishing desperately that Remus were here...
❝ Yeah ? 'M not sure I'll ever get used to it. Although, it doesn't feel any different. Or, well, perhaps it does. I don't know. I suppose my mind is a little... .......... all over the place. ❞
She cannot for the life of her figure out what would make Lily Potter so --- cold, but here they are, stuck without their men, talking about nothing. She's thoroughly confused and starting to get a little frustrated. Maybe it's the fact that she's no longer alive talking, but she'd like to have some answers and not more questions.
❝ ...... Lily ? Is something the matter ?? ❞
( a ravenclaw with a big mouth ) ;;
On this particular day, the library is packed. By the time Mary gets there after her classes, even her usually secluded spot in the library is packed tight with other students. She has no choice but to take a seat at any table with an open seat. Mary sets her books down on the table, waiting for an opportunity to ask if she could sit. The other girl –– a Hufflepuff –– is munching on an apple –– something she shouldn’t be doing in the library anyways. But saying anything about the apple might deter this girl from allowing Mary to sit with her… She’s just about to open her mouth and ask if the seat was taken. What comes out instead is:
“ You’re a metamorphmagus?! ”
Eyes widening in mild alarm and censure, she abruptly shushes the girl as she takes another bite of the apple. Leave it to a Ravenclaw to yell an undisputed fact out at the most inopportune time. She glances about, making sure the other girl's outburst won't bring down Madame Pince on the both of them ( because Tonks is not going down alone ), and, once she is satisfied that no such horrendous discovery is on it's way, shoots a not-so-sincere scowl the girl's way. Of course, she's a little irritated that the girl had drawn attention to the both of them, but, at the same time, being recognized as the stunning individual that she is hardly puts her in a bad mood.
❝ Of course I am, otherwise I wouldn't be able to do what I just did. But, please, keep your voice down. 'M not supposed to metamorphose while we're at Hogwarts... So, are you going to say something other than the obvious, or just stand there gaping for the rest of the afternoon ? ❞
( the malfoy boy ) ;;
he might just h e x her. ( would serve her right )
s c o w l i n g, shoulders tense ;; Draco doesn’t flinch she wouldn’t ( dare ) do anything. but others might ( a thought always there, curl your shoulders forward, bring them back, must stand up straight because you are a m a l f o y and you are better than them ! ) & others might be watching. ( even now ). & he has a job to do. so, fierce scowl, pinched brows, words s n a p
❛ I have permission. ❜
he’s not as dumb as potter, and don’t think he is. he’s not going around without a defense against being caught.
Brows arch in affected surprise. Oh, he has permission, does he ? How convenient. Wariness and a healthy dose suspicion have been pounded into her through training with Mad-Eye, and, while those are not very attractive traits in a young woman ( although she thinks that whoever says something like that in times like these is either hiding something or verifiably insane ), they have served her well the last few years.
Straightening her own posture, she draws up to her full height ( which isn't that impressive, if truth be told, but still, it's something ), and attempts to fix the boy with as fierce a glare as she can muster. This is the boy that froze Harry on the train and broke his nose, and she's still a little sore over it on behalf of her friend.
❝ Permission ?? Brilliant. Now I'm revoking your permission and insisting that you return to Hogsmeade proper before I'm forced to do more than insist. If whoever gave you the permission has a problem with that, they can send a complaint to the Ministry, care of the Auror Office. ❞
( strange bloke ) ;;
His cousin addressed him in turn, tone both weary and on edge. Certainly, when he heard her companion whisper her name, his tone had not been gentle — Perhaps now was not necessarily the best of times … It was to be expected. Regulus’s expression remained that of light curiosity, though his gaze was no longer focused upon the pink-haired woman. Before, Regulus had not seen the face of her companion. He hadn’t paid attention, really. There had been no need to. But now he saw — Perhaps Nymphadora Tonks would not recognize him, but this man might. Regulus had never officially been caught, so to speak, but he had been under suspicion; Auror Alastor Moody had seen him … But Regulus had “died” before he could be apprehended. In his distraction, Regulus had the “courtesy" to fail to answer the woman he had hailed just moments before. His silence seemed to drag on for half a moment before grey eyes flickered back to his cousin and refocused. ❝ — Met her a few times. Made a good impression, she’s a bit stuck in my memory, you know. Grand woman. ❞ Andromeda, the oddity. Andromeda, the disgrace. Regulus had never met Andromeda Tonks.
Nothing the wary glance by the man at Mad-Eye's retreating form, her rigid glare softens the slightest bit. Of course it's easy to get distracted by Moody ; his face is hardly one that is especially comforting, even when he's trying to be ( which isn't often ), and he ends up scaring people merely by looking at them more often than not. Not her, of course. She's more than a match for him in staring contests, but still, the average witch or wizard tries to avoid Mad-Eye Moody's notice. Flicking some invisible dirt from her shoulder and gesturing back at her mentor, she shrugs good-naturedly before responding.
❝ Don't worry about him. Mad-Eye, I mean. He's not so bad, and he won't bother you all that much, unless you're a Dark Wizard, of course... ❞
A half-hearted chuckle falls from her lips and quickly fades. She's hardly in the mood for jocularity this morning, a contemplative frown forming on her face and a crease appearing in her brow.
❝ Sorry, bad joke. But, uh, yeah, don't worry about him. He's just grumpy 'cause I told him off earlier. And I was right. He hates it when that happens. As for my mum, I suppose she's grand enough. I dunno ---- 'would never use that word myself, but, yeah, she's grand in her own way. What's your name ? Maybe she's mentioned you before... ❞