Playing the Name Game: #30 Feast

“Charlie Weasley,” the freckle nosed boy thumped his chest and grinned gap-toothed at her. “I’m going to be a Gryffindor.” He looked totally confident as he said it, and she believed him. “What are you called?”

He grin was infectious, but she turned pink at his question. Her answer was mumbled, and he couldn’t understand her at all over the sounds of the feast going on around them. “What?”

She repeated her name at a mumble again, this time ending with something that sounded like “tongs”. “Your name is tongs?”

“Tonks,” she blurted. “Call me Tonks.” And so she was.