Ern's 100 Crazy-colored Tonks Drabbles - Sa13+ -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- To Be or Not To Be: #51 act “Hey! Hey!” Savage hissed at Tonks from where he crouched under the table. “No one will believe that disguise if you don’t order a drink.” She ignored him, continuing to nurse a glass of water. “Hey! Can’t you at least act like the type of old drunkard that frequents these places?” His voice was too loud. She kicked him. People were looking their way. Especially people they didn’t want looking their way. “If you’re so anxious to have this done your way, you wear the smelly rags. I’ll have you know, Eustace Savage… I am an Auror. NOT an actress.” |
Wool-gathering Wool-gathering: #1 Herbology Her mind was miles away. She was thinking about full moons. Really, she was thinking about the current full moon. And a werewolf. He needed a new jumper. His current one was holey and threadbare. It made him look like an eccentric Muggle professor, but most wizards didn’t find that look as endearing as she. Tonks shook her head and came back to the task at hand. She held a watering pot over the only surviving plant in her flat. Muddy water poured out of the pot and the tiny plant was listing terribly. She’d never been good at Herbology. |
Dressed in White Dressed in White: #78 Author's Choice - pink The bride was beautiful. She carried white roses with a silver ribbon, and Tonks wondered what cruel person chose white for a wedding dress. She’d stain it for sure. And an outdoor wedding… grass stains! But Fleur pulled it off. She floated down the aisle, and Tonks actually got a lump in her throat at the look of adoration that crossed Bill’s face. Or maybe it was a giggle. Regardless. She leaned into her neighbor, pink hair on faded tweed. “I’m going to wear flowers in my hair at our wedding. Pink flowers. Pink hair.” Remus snorted. “You are incorrigible.” I actually wrote this for a different prompt and realized I'd forgotten to use the word. But then I liked it just as it was... so I used my author's choice. |
Loss Loss:#18 Whomping Willow He stared forlornly across the grounds, and Tonks let him have his silence. They all needed their silence occasionally. Dumbledore was dead, and the world seemed just a little darker. She finally slipped her hand into his, marveling that this simple act could provide so much comfort. Stupid man to have denied them both comfort for so long. “It’s a sad day,” she offered needlessly. He nodded. They watched the Whomping Willow stand motionless across the grounds. He finally spoke. “So much loss. So much senseless loss.” Tonks wasn’t sure, but it seemed he was talking about more than Dumbledore. |
Scandalizing Dawlish Scandalizing Dawlish: #96 Socks “Tonks!” Dawlish stared at the bare ankles in front of him and felt a blush creep up from his collar. “Hmm?” She twirled her wand absently, staring at the house in front of them. They were raiding it as soon as Kingsley gave the spelled signal, and she was watching to be sure the owner didn’t flee. “You aren’t wearing any socks! I mean… no socks!” She looked down as if surprised. “Oh.” “Oh?” He sputtered wordlessly. “I forgot. I was in a hurry this morning.” She glanced up and swore under her breath. “Merlin take you! He got away.” |
Offerings Offerings: # 92 Chocolate The door opened a crack, and she saw only his vague outline. Tonks licked her lips and stuck her hands deep into the pockets of her cloak. “I thought I told you already…” His voice broke her heart, raspy and used up. “I know! I know… too old, too poor, too dangerous,” she rolled her eyes. “And just after the full moon, too. Tonks…” She made a stubborn face, the face she seemed to use the most with Remus these days and pulled a creased package from her pocket. “Chocolate. Feel better soon.” She turned on her heel and left. |
Resolve Face I completely blacked out and forgot to dedicate the socks fic to Jan for picking the number for me... THANKS JANHONEY. So this one is for her. She loves Snape. Resolve Face: #8 Potions “Please, sir,” Tonks leaned against the desk and knocked over the inkwell. She stared at the spread of black ink before turning her gaze back to the blank stare in front of her. “Absolutely not.” “Sir,” her hands went to her hips and Snape recognized the stubborn stance. “I got an O on my Potions OWL. You have to let me take the class.” “No.” “I am taking NEWT level Potions, Professor!” “There aren’t enough cauldrons in the world to see us through this school year, Miss Tonks. You’ll pay for any damages to my classroom yourself.” Tonks yelped triumphantly. |
Family Ties And this one is for Lissy lovey. Family Ties: #63 Mooch Mungdungus Fletcher seemed oddly lumpy as he lurked in the doorway of the Hog’s Head. His eyes darted up and down the street, waiting for Merlin-knew-what kind of unsavory character. “You’re up to something, Dung,” Tonks seemed to materialize from around the corner, and the man jumped. “Hanging about to mooch off Aberforth again?” “I’m not a mooch,” he protested, crossing his arms and promptly dropping a teapot with the Black family crest. He gave her a defiant look and added defensively, “It isn’t as if Sirius has use of it anymore.” He found a wand pointed at his throat. |
Perks Perks: # 64 Nap He saw one eye, then the other. “What are you doing?” “Sleeping,” he answered, pulling up the blanket. “Taking a nap?” A heart-shaped face appeared around the doorframe. “I was…” Remus gave her a severe look. He wanted to smile. Tonks settled on the chair across from him. “Pretend I’m not here.” He closed his eyes obediently before heaving a great sigh. “Ugh… fine.” She grinned as she curled up with her back against his stomach, his arm around her waist. “This is the perk of taking a wife, love. You never have to nap alone.” “We’re being quiet now.” |
Role Models Role Models: #14 Hogwarts, A History “…And after I read that… I just knew that must have been the curse that Headmaster Vindictalus used, which was so ironic because I’d only read about that same curse days before while doing some light reading in Every Single Fact on Spellbreaking…” Hermione paused. Ron and Harry were nearly asleep. “Didn’t you think that as well, Tonks?” She beamed hopefully at Tonks, glad to have another clever female about. “Think what when?” Tonks fiddled with the butter knife. “When you read that bit in Hogwarts, A History? You have read it?” Hermione’s voice rose shrilly. “Actually… no.” Hermione groaned. |
Hat Trick Dedicated to the ever patient Kris, who chose the number. And has to drabble plaid for me in exchange. So not fair. Hat Trick: #47 Portkey “I just don’t understand, Andi. It looks like a hat,” the poor man scrubbed his dark curls, staring at the misshapen bowler his wife held. “He doesn’t get it, Mum,” a tiny girl with similar curls offered from the couch. She bounced with pent-up energy. “Listen to me, Ted. It’s not a hat.” “It looks like a hat.” “It is a hat, Mum,” Tonks volunteered, and her mother gave her the look. “It’s also a hat,” Andromeda gave in. “But you said it would take Nymphadora and I to the match. How can a hat…?” “He doesn’t get it, Mum.” |
Fire in the Hole This one if for Cassie, who picks EASY numbers and who loves my Tonks. Fire in the Hole: #46 Dungeon The thick purple-black smoke seemed to pour ceaselessly out of a cauldron that was slowly melting it’s way through a table. It was little more than a twisted piece of metal when it finally clanged on the stone. The pale hook nose appeared first through the smoke, and he stared at the girl still clutching her stirring-rod. “I have NEVER seen anyone so thoroughly destroy a cauldron, Miss Tonks. How did you…?” “Oops,” the girl muttered before offering a chipper smile. “Don’t you think it was clever of them to put this class in the dungeon? Contains explosions so well.” |
Prelude to a... And this one is for Ty, who probably thought she was picking an easy one... :) Prelude to a...: #89 Past The torch nearest the infirmary had flickered low and cast a half light on the hallway. Lupin pulled Tonks into that half darkness and stared down at her in wonder. The wonder increased when she cupped his face and smoothed the fine lines forming there. “You’re sure?” He had heard her words moments before, but it was hard to believe. “I don’t want you to regret anything… or feel as if you have to stay because you’ve made a promise.” “I never regret the past, Remus,” Tonks murmured, rubbing her thumb along his cheekbone. “Now… be quiet and kiss me.” |
Bodyguard Duty Bodyguard Duty: #65 Ooze “It’s a ridiculous assignment, Kingsley, and you know it,” Tonks tossed a thick book against the wall out of frustration. She simply groaned when Kingsley plucked it up and tucked it back on the shelf. “Ridiculous. I didn’t become an Auror to guard the likes of Lockhart at a book signing.” Kingsley nodded at all the right moments. “If it’s changing the world you want, you and I should schedule a meeting. But in the meantime, look at it as a chance to meet the man with the golden smile. I hear he oozes charm.” Tonks grunted. “He oozes something.” |
Bundle of Joy To Von who requested a different number... but this one insisted on being written first. Bundle of Joy: #82 Careful “I wanted to call him James Sirius, but Remus said it was morbid,” Tonks teased as she eased the blue-wrapped bundle into Harry’s arms. Harry stared in fascination as the baby blinked blurrily at him. “It is a bit,” Harry’s grip was ever so careful as he stroked one pinkly rounded cheek with his free hand. “He’s small. I didn’t think he’d be so… perfect.” “Were you expecting a pink werewolf cub?” She settled against the pillow and winked at Remus, who continued to beam in delight. “Werewolves don’t have cubs,” Harry answered vaguely. “What’s his name?” “Sirius James Lupin.” |
Clever, Yet Clumsy This is Von's real drabble... because she's lovely and she picks numbers well Clever, Yet Clumsy: #28 Timeturner “Miss Tonks… a word, please.” Professor McGongall stopped the girl. “I notice you’ve signed up for all the electives and I’ve written to the Ministry to ask … er…” She studied the way one of Tonks’ stockings drooped, the skinned knee that was showing, and the bandage that covered half her neck. “I’ve written… to see about getting a timeturner so that you can take all…” She was beginning to be very worried about this turn of events as Tonks tripped over a loose stone. “No thank you, professor. I’d rather drop a few classes than risk mucking up history.” |
Pretties 'Nother one for Von... and she wanted some Figgy too Pretties: #86 Daring “It’s pretty,” Arabella Figg fingered the fabric of the dressing gown Tonks had given her. She glanced at the pink-haired woman stroking two cats on the couch before touching the gown again. “Ganked it from my Aunt Walburga’s wardrobe, and I thought of you. Sirius doesn’t need it.” Tonks grinned at the older Squib woman she’d come to think fondly of over the past few months. “Too fancy for me. What would I do with something so daring?” Her fingers lingered on the silk. “I think Mundungus would rather like it. I think he fancies you,” Tonks offered. Arabella sputtered. |
Birthday Gift The Birthday Gift: #97 Dictionary The paper was pink and matched her hair. Tonks grinned at Kingsley and tore into the present, littering the floor with scraps of paper and ribbons. “It’s a… big book…” She gave him a confused look. “A dictionary, Tonksy. To improve the overall quality of your arrest warrants. I can’t keep checking them before they go public.” Tonks scowled. “They aren’t that bad,” she mumbled, waving the dictionary at him ominously. He grinned victoriously and ducked the swinging book. An envelope fell out of the book, and Tonks stared at it curiously. “Weird Sister tickets? Kingsley! Happy birthday to me!” |
Heat of the Moment For Joel, who must really love yodelling ;) Heat of the Moment: #75 Yodel “What was that?” Savage tucked his wand into his belt as he dragged a man in a dark hood to his feet and bound his hands. “What was what?” Tonks turned from her crouched position next to another dark hooded man unconscious on the floor. “That noise you made when we took the house. I thought you were hurt,” Proudfoot put in from the doorway. Tonks turned pink. “I thought it was a good moment for one of those battle cries.” “A… battle cry? You sounded like a dying tone-deaf goose,” Savage scoffed and kicked his prisoner. “I was yodeling.” |
Good Thing For Cassie Good Thing: #21 Veela Bill Weasley clasped and unclasped his hands hopefully, his expression much like a puppy dogs’. “Say something, Tonks. Anything will do.” She tapped her fingers on the kitchen table, studying her nails. If she cared about such things, she’d have perfect nails and cuticles, but she didn’t care. If she cared about such things, she’d have long blonde hair and innocent blue eyes. Good thing she didn’t care about those things. “Are you crazy, Bill Weasley? She’s a veela. You aren’t in love with her. It’s magic.” “Part veela. And I do love her. I’m going to marry her.” “Whatever.” |
For Joel. It was supposed to go a different way, but Tonks refused to rise to bait. Snape Encounters: #69 Slap She’d resolved that if Snape ever spoke another word to her about Remus… she’d make him eat his words. Maybe literally, although she couldn’t quite remember the words to that incantation. When she saw him on her rounds one night, Tonks gripped her wand and glared at him. Snape’s dark eyes glinted in the half-light, and they faced each other. “How does a woman with that temper make an Auror?” his voice was quiet and dangerous. “You beg for a reason to snap… Tonks turned and left. She wanted to slap his face off, but he was right. Damn him. |
At Least They Let You Sleep There At Least They Let You Sleep There: #32 Common Room “Look, don’t take this the wrong way, Tonks…” Gryffindor prefect Rebecca Chapman put her hands on her hips, and Tonks’ stomach sunk. There was never anyway to take something that started like that aside from the wrong way. “Yes?” She fingered the hole in her textbook and gave the older girl a wide-eyed look. “Well, it’s just that…” She took a deep breath, gathering her courage. “You can’t practice your spells in the Common Room anymore.” It all came out in one rush of air. “I have to practice somewhere,” she squeaked. “Are there any steel-plated classrooms?” Rebecca offered helpfully. |
One Million Teardrops One Million Teardrops: #29 Pensieve She had no need for a pensieve, for Tonks wouldn’t want to revisit these memories. It was seldom that she cried, but today she did. One tear for Sirius, who had deserved a small measure of happiness in his life and never gotten it. One tear for Harry, who had lost his mother and father, his godfather, and now his mentor. One tear for Remus, who had nobody left in the world. Only Tonks. One tear for Dumbledore, savior of the Wizarding World, betrayed by a friend. The other tears were for everyone else, clinging together with so little hope. |
Planes, Trains, and Flying Carpets Planes, Trains, and Flying Carpets: #44 Ford Anglia Dawlish and Proudfoot took notes. Savage scowled. Tonks merely stared at a portrait on the wall, trying to get the little man to pull his finger out of his nose. He was shameless, however, and Tonks finally gave up in disgust, turning back to Dumbledore’s briefing. “… And you’ll be expected to be there to meet the trains. Obviously some of the students manage to arrive via other methods.” Dumbledore chuckled. “I’m reminded specifically of Betsy Cauldwell who stole a magic carpet in ’86. And of course, the Ford Anglia.” Tonks blinked at him, sure she’s misunderstood. “The what, sir?” |
Pillow Talk Pillow Talk: #98 Pajamas “You’re leaving tomorrow?” Tonks made them both tea before settling at the table in Grimmauld Place. She fingered the worn cuff of Remus’s bathrobe. He’d been the only one awake to receive her report, and Tonks was surprised he was around. “You need a new robe.” “I barely wear it,” Remus answered good-naturedly and pulled his arm free. “It’s comfortable.” “I could make you a new one.” Was she mad? She didn’t sew. “And some new pajamas. I bet those are all worn as well.” Remus gave her a cold look; he hated her pity. “Who says I wear pajamas?” |
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