Who: Nymphadora Tonks & (Open to anyone at the Hyperion. Willow would rock socks) What: Making herself useful in light (or lack thereof) of the current situation. Where: The Hyperion. When: Feburary 5th, 6:00 pm Rating: TBD
The past week had been the most bizarre series of occurrences Tonks had ever before dealt with. She had discovered that the year was actually 2005, nearly ten years later than it should have been by her recollection. And, despite several attempts, she was for whatever reason unsuccessful in any attempts to return to or contact anyone in England. To say it was puzzling would have to be the understatement of the century. Words like ‘frightening’ or ‘alarming’ were more accurate.
She had heard of a local organization composed of members with…special abilities, dedicating to the fighting of evil in the city. The idea reminded her vaguely of the Order of the Phoenix, and she had tucked that piece of information away, toying with the idea of contacting them in hopes that they would be able to connect her with the city’s wizarding population. Or, if nothing else, maybe she’d be able to do something constructive with herself until she figured out a way to return home.
When the sun suddenly went out, her plans changed. In that instant, she knew intuitively that the stakes had been upped, and that the state of the city was about to get very dangerous. Her own motives were placed on the backburner, and her will to fight for what was good and right in the world kicked in.
And so, Tonks found herself standing somewhat awkwardly in the lobby of the Hyperion Hotel, fingers clutching the wand in her pocket as she looked about for someone to talk to.