Who: Nymphadora Tonks and Open What: Taking a head clearing walk around LA. When: Sunset Where: LA Streets Status/Rating: Open/PG
She was wandering in a way her husband, family, and friends probably wouldn't approve of. Her back and joints hurt and she was feeling probably the worst she'd felt since arriving in Los Angeles, but Tonks kept up a steady pace along the city streets. Mousy brown hair whipped across her face as she pushed along on the side walk. It was getting late and a bit of a breeze was starting to flow through the air as the sun set in the distance. She'd need to turn around and go home soon, but she'd needed to get away for at least an hour or two.
Shaking her head, Dora sighed. She'd been smart while talking to Ginny, knowing that asking questions would only cause her mood to crumble. The smile on her face had lasted for ages after her talk with the older (younger?) woman, hearing that her son had turned out well and even a metamorphmagus at that. It was the act of finally asking Harry if she had indeed died back home and then finding out that not only had she, but Remus had as well… it was that which had turned her mood and hair absolutely dark and dank after the upswing she'd been in all afternoon.
She hated to think that they'd both died, leaving their son without parents at such a young age. She'd not asked Harry for details and she didn't want to know anything other than that, but it still bothered her. Even though they were in this place now, it bothered her. Perhaps she wasn't cut out to be a mother, Tonks couldn't help but thinking, if she'd run off and gotten herself killed that quickly.
It was silly and certainly much too late to turn back or have second thoughts. Something different was meant to happen in Los Angeles, obviously. What with James, Lily, and Sirius turning up, it was obvious that death didn't play much of a role in this place. It was her childhood, here in one city and in one large apartment building, and everyone was going to live happily. Including she and Remus and… well, whatever they decided to name the baby. She couldn't wait to meet her child and she was happy here.
Still, there was something about knowing that she and Remus were meant to die before getting to know their son. It was all Dora could think about as she flopped down onto a street bench, finally giving into her body's need to rest. She needed five minutes before turning around and heading back towards the Weir. Hopefully her hair would be pink by the time she'd gotten back; she didn't feel like answering questions about her mood.