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Post by tonks on Aug 14, 2011 16:12:14 GMT -5
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And that took most of the fun out of it.
Or perhaps they hadn't even come into effect yet. She had never been the brightest brain in the box of flobberworms, but Tonks was pretty sure that things did change with time, and as time had changed around her and countless others (some she was more pleased for than others), the things which would have changed in a normal linear progression might not have taken place yet. Or something along those lines, but in truth, the entire ordeal made her head hurt like a forgotten hangover potion would and she had more interesting things on her mind. Like, for example, the fact that the sweet shop was completely as she had remembered it. Missing some of the more modern editions, perhaps, but backing up those losses with the return of the olden days sweeties that had gone out of fashion back when she was in second year or below. It was a time travellers paradise.
And as that was what Tonks now was, a time traveller (and she would love to chatter about this back with Moody when the world decided to right itself again), and so of course she would be more than willing to indulge in said paradise.
Hands clasped behind her back, she straightened up from where she had been grinning at the sweet shop window display before whistling cheerily and sauntering inside. She could certainly still saunter in this time. Warping didn't change the natural nature of things. Of course, the day was meant for students, but the bubblegum blue haired auror could not care less about that fact. She'd be nice enough to them, and there was no rule stating she couldn't. Most likely. And if there was...well boo hoo. Sweeties and chocs came first.
After tripping over the back leg of one midget hovering awkwardly by the door of course, but she had simply known something like that was going to disrupt her otherwise utterly cool entrance into the shop. She had to fling her hands away from behind her back and to the front of her instead, grabbing hold of the kids little shoulders and prompting a squeal from him, but of course, she simply grinned. Grin and bear it. After a lifetime of things falling in her way and deciding to get beneath her feet, it became second nature.
"Whoops. No one saw that right? Good kid," she patted the boy on the shoulder, straightening up and flashing a wink at him before turning, brushing herself down as if she actually gave a damn about her appearence (why would she when the two blokes she had wanted to impress...well, one was dead and the other wasn't here - and if he was here he would be younger than her, weird as that was). She kept that up until something bright and colourful caught her eye and then she was off again, grinning brightly once more and skipping over to the display. "Oh! Sweet as, crinkling fudge...I ain't seen this in yonks!"
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Post by evanrosier on Aug 16, 2011 13:01:17 GMT -5
w a i t i n g s o l o n g i v e b e e n
w a i t i n g s o w a i t i n g s o look back in anger, driven by the night
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g79/Juliart/background_black.jpg');,true][cs=2] S E E I T I N M Y E Y E S | | [atrb=width,240] Evan was the kind of person who enjoyed his own company just as much, and often more, than anybody else's. As he walked through the bustling streets of the village, he saw younger students in twos and threes, chattering inanely to each other with their hands full of stupid dancing thimbles or whatever. Simple things amuse simple minds. It wasn't that he avoided the company of others, exactly, and had any of the people he called his friends been going to Hogsmeade (well, they might be, he hadn't asked) then he probably would have accompanied them. The fact was, he didn't see the need to travel as a pack, as though there were wild animals lurking behind every shop front. It was often much quicker to conduct his business alone.
He made his way through the crowd, with a few sharp digs of his elbows when some idiotic third years stopped for no good reason in the middle of the street, right in front of him. And then had to push his way impatiently into the sweet shop. He hadn't been here for a while; Evan didn't have a particularly sweet tooth, and the novelty of the goods on sale in here tended to wear off, especially in comparison to the packages of fine, expensive treats he could acquire by sending a handful of gold off by owl. But his mother's birthday was looming and she certainly had a sweet tooth, so a box of chocolates would go some way towards a present, and he had bought a beautiful silk scarf already wrapped safely in his trunk. Buying gifts for his mother was probably the closest he came to being generous. It wasn't as though he never bought presents; bribery was an important skill, but he never really intended anybody to feel happy at receiving his gifts, just for them to do what he wanted. He certainly never felt particularly happy at the prospect of brightening somebody's day with some pretty gift or trinket. But his mother... well, he did want her to be happy.
It would be so satisfying to hex these morons out of the shop. He had barely stepped across the threshold before somebody stepped on his robe. Impatiently, he stepped away, searching out the more expensive sweets, and eschewing the ones in the shapes of spiders and... slugs. Perhaps, after all, it would be better to send off for something rather than buy it here. He expected they catered largely to the whims of students rather than those with more cultured tastes. It was a shame, really. He remembered his first visit to Hogsmeade had been... exciting, that he had looked forward to it. But that too had lost its appeal. He hadn't been all that much younger, but it seemed it, now. He seemed to have been so much more immature. It was hard to imagine. He had grown up a lot recently, certainly, but he was certain that he had never been anything like these irritating, chirpy third years...
Idly, as he wandered along, examining the displays, he considered his plans for the rest of the day. He had a foot of parchment left to fill on a Transfiguration essay, but after that... there was a book he was interested in, a book that would doubtlessly be hidden away in a corner of the Restricted Section, and that was if Hogwarts even had it. He wanted to find somewhere to practice, as well. Some of these spells were undoubtedly breaking countless school rules, and maybe wizarding law as well. He wasn't at all scared of that. He was clever; he wouldn't get caught. Besides, he was educating himself. Arming himself, for the future. When he joined the Dark Lord for real, when they took over... he would need to be ready. It was more than just hating Mudbloods and Muggles and thinking that wizards ought to be in their proper place, above all. The Dark Lord was strong, and he had his Death Eaters, but there would be opponents. Sometimes he felt like he was the only one who considered those things. It wasn't going to be easy, that was all. Though he didn't just study these things because he wanted to be a warrior for the Dark Lord. He did enjoy it, too. And his mother... was going to be so proud of him.
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Post by tonks on Aug 19, 2011 8:09:05 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://data.whicdn.com/images/12299620/Tonks-wallpeper-tonks-107859_1024_740_large.jpg), background: #e3e3e3; border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 305px;] fickle as a sickle Anyone who knew Tonks (and knew her as just Tonks, rather than Penny Lane or Nymphadora, for those who knew her as either of those names did not know her at all), must be aware of the fact that not only did she have a sweet tooth to rival the youngest of kids, she also had a rather chaotic way of going about settling the sweet sugar urges.
She was, however, quite pleased that she only tripped once more when making her way along the shelves. The fact that she tripped over her own feet was something that, well...she ignored. It would have been worse if she had given into the desires of wanting something that simply brought up the shiney! response, because those boots had been of the high heeled variety. Good old, stiff, tough, combat boots were a lot easier to not trip over in. Taking note of her own failings was something she had managed yonks ago, and not something she bothered to dwell on in current times. Whatever that 'current times' was....the past?
They had cooler sweets in the past, she was sure about that.
She muttered to herself, tapping the boxes of sweets with a grin growing on her face as she mouthed the names and the colours and on one occasion a low sounding 'meep' as a chocolate display frog decided that her vibrant hair would be a much better display case than the one it was currently laying about in.
That was the second time she tripped, staggering backwards with her hands in front of her face to attempt to catch the little chocolate critter (or to get it away from her, either way), her hair flashing multicoloured as she stumbled over backwards and lost her balance. Lucky there was someone behind her, weren't it? Otherwise she would have crashed into something else and more little sweeties would be rolling around.
Grabbing onto the second person of the day only made her blush a little, but it was required. Her hands around the forarms of a stronger boy (who she only just barely recognised as wearing the green colours that Slytherin's were famous for, even in this time) than the petite little kid she had almost crushed first time - that stopped more chaos from happening. You could only be bright about that.
"Cripes, sorry. Oops....uh, sorry. I said that, right? Yeah. Again. Sorry," Her hair was as bright as her voice, and that only became more eident as she reached up to run a hand through it, "Bloody critters...I blame the chocolate frogs. Never liked me, much, them."
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