|Nymphadora Tonks (nymphadarling) wrote in wished,|
@ 2010-01-19 15:51:00
|Entry tags:||!1998: 01, !incomplete, molly weasley, nymphadora tonks|
Who: Nymphadora Tonks and Molly Weasley
What: A chat over tea and biscuits
Where: The Burrow
When: After classes on Tuesday
After finishing up her classes for the day and tucking the corrected essays into a large drawer in her desk, Tonks made quick work of changing into something more casual than teaching robes and headed toward the exit.
Now that she had had a few days to adjust, she still felt a little faint every time she thought about it. Or looked in the mirror. Or received an owl and thought it might be Remus. Her anxiety only made things worse, try as she did to overcome it. There was no use worrying about something she could no longer control, after all, but no matter how many times she thought it to herself, it simply did not help.
Once she'd left Hogwarts grounds and Apparated to the Burrow, she pulled her cloak tightly around her against the chilly January air. When she wasn't wearing robes, it was impossible not to tell, and she was beginning to think that even when did wore robes, her students might have suspected. Thankfully no one had come up and asked her about it, particularly before she herself had realised what was going on.
She desperately needed a chat with Molly and some comfort the Burrow brought no matter how distressed she was. It felt homey in a way her own flat never did, and the stress of going to her mother about this was too much for her to bear considering. Molly had seen it all, and if there was someone she could trust to keep her head about and not lecture her, it was Molly.
Knocking on the door to the Burrow, too skittish in her current predicament to drop in like she would have normally done, Tonks stepped back and waited, wand at the ready as it always was when she was out of doors in the wizarding world these days.