Tonks (doratheauror) wrote in disorderic, @ 2017-09-16 11:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | nymphadora lupin |
WHO: Tonks and the Wandless
WHAT: Tonks discovers what's happening to some of the Muggleborns.
WHEN: 16 September 2017
WHERE: Diagon Alley
Tonks peered doubtfully into the contents of her bag; all strange ingredients of an indistinct brownish-greenish-gray color that appeared to be in various stages of decay. “This is supposed to make me vomit less, right? Not more?” she asked the Slug & Jiggers attendant. He glanced over at Tonks’ items indifferently, piecing together the potion they’d create in his head. “Yes, a classic remedy for morning sickness passed down through centuries of witches.” Tonks frowned back down at the disgusting collection of things she’d have to put into her body--she wasn’t sure how reassuring it was to know this was centuries old. Tonks was of the mind that things usually got better with time and that ye olden days had been an age of profound discomfort and inconvenience, especially for women. She would have considered just living with the nausea for a few more weeks, but her mother had recommended this as something they routinely prescribed to patients at Mungo’s. With a sigh, she purchased the items and considered asking her mum to brew the potion as well. She couldn’t imagine that this would smell very good, and vomiting as a result of her anti-nausea potion seemed profoundly self-defeating. “Congratulations, by the way,” the apprentice said. She slipped the bundle into the pocket of her robes as he continued, “Always heartening to hear news of magical bloodlines advancing.” Tonks’ face twisted into a scowl at the vaguely purist sentiment--if only he knew this kid would potentially be half-werewolf, half-metamorphmagus, all-blood traitor; but since she didn’t actually want him to know that, Tonks was nonetheless satisfied that she’d obviously passed as Generic Witch, which was what she was going for. Tonks had made herself look thoroughly unremarkable; that was sort of the theme of her “disguises” lately--Tonks was operating under no illusions that the snatchers wouldn’t just love to detain her to ask questions about her mother, and likely Tonks’ own political beliefs. She especially didn’t want to be recognized by the wrong people doing anything baby-related. Luckily for Tonks, this wasn't very difficult for her to accomplish, and so she stepped back out onto the streets of Diagon confident in her anonymity. Tonks was going to head straight home, when something caught her eye down a side street; nearly a dozen people loitering. Diagon had looked almost unrecognizable from the start; newly reassigned DMLE were everywhere (a third reason to go incognito--Tonks knew and trusted many of them, but it would draw unwanted attention to herself) and many disheveled people just...wandering. Tonks had been too focused on getting the things she needed before, but now...she felt it was worth investigating. As she turned down the street, Tonks saw there were even more people than she’d seen from afar; others had been huddled or even sleeping in the doorways. As she walked tentatively down the block, Tonks remembered something Robards had said; he’d told her the Hits were to police the Wandless. At the time, she’d assumed he meant they’d be monitoring their homes and tracking their movements, as they’d done to suspected dark wizards in days past. But now, Tonks considered what if they had all been dumped in one place? “Ma'am,” a voice croaked--Tonks started, then turned. A tired, weather-worn man approached her. “Ma'am, please--I am a wizard. Let me use your wand for just a moment, just to leave this place…” he said. Tonks felt her stomach turn as the reality of what was happening to Muggleborns truly set in. She touched her fingertips to her wand. Tonks could do it--she could side-along apparate as many of them as possible out of here and try and get them to safety with the Order's help. But then, an authoritative voice rang out, “Ma’am, what are you doing? Let me see your papers.” Your papers. Tonks rolled her eyes; bloody hell, they were living in an Orwell novel. She, of course, had some identity papers Fred and George had forged, but even a regular person could get in trouble for what she’d just attempted--Tonks needed to be someone who no one would dare question. Tonks knew just the person. She darkened her light-brown hair a few shades, hoping that from a distance, it would just look like a shift in the light. As she transformed her face, Tonks heard a few audible gasps, even a cry--the man who’d approached her stumbled backwards and onto the ground, others darted further into side-alleys and abandoned doorways. That’s how Tonks knew she’d successfully managed to transform into Bellatrix Lestrange. She spun sharply around and strutted over to the Hitwitch; Tonks actually recognized her, but she kept her face fixed in a sneer. “M--Madam Lestrange,” the Hit stuttered. “I didn’t realize that was you.” Tonks merely arched an eyebrow in response. “You...you oughtn’t trouble yourselves with these people, ma’am. Let us take care of that. They're magic thieves--dangerous.” Tonks snorted. “I can handle myself, thank you,” she made a grand, sweeping gesture with her right hand. “I was merely admiring the good work of an at last efficient government. We do so appreciate your work,” she said with a tone of condescension, then pushed past the Hit as if she owned the place. Tonks could hear from the Hitwitch’s hurried steps that she was eager to exit the confrontation as well. Glancing over her shoulder to make sure she was out of sight, Tonks made a sharp turn down an abandoned side-alley and transformed back into her previous disguise. She took a deep breath--Tonks wanted desperately to help these people, but there were both too many Hitwizards for her to take on her own and too many Muggleborns to really be able to help in any meaningful way. She’d be lucky to disapparate with even one of them to relative safety before someone got wise. This was a job for the whole Order. Tonks apparated home to inform the rest of the intel she’d stumbled upon. |