Jaime Davies (![]() ![]() @ 2012-08-12 13:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | jaime dorny, {nymphadora tonks |
War Stories, take IV
Characters: Jaime, Tonks
When: post-arrival
Location: front dining car
Warnings/Rating: None anticipated? War stories? Jaime's mouth?
Summary: Jaime brings Tonks up to date on the train and their world
Status: Closed, ongoing
While Jaime wasn't ever really given to house prejudices -- or extreme house pride -- it had been kind of lonely being the only 'puff. Sure, Severus was the only Slytherin, but he was probably just as happy none of his housemates were around. Especially the ones from his time. Talk about awkward questions. Come to that, the majority of people from her world here were Gryffindors, with a spattering of 'claws. Maybe the train had something for Gryffindors. Well, it didn't matter, either way. After telling Ray she was off to tell more war stories (and playfully warning him not to pick up any babies while she was gone), Jaime headed out to the front dining car. Of course Lily wasn't around -- she was probably hanging around the infirmary being a mother sort or something. Blech. But that was fine; she knew how to heat up leftovers and make sandwiches. She figured sandwiches would be easier, so after making a couple of those in the kitchen, she headed out to the dining car proper to wait for Tonks to show up. While she waited, she tried to think of how she wanted to handle this. She tried to sequence events from summer of '95. That would have been her second summer out of school, after her first year of training. So before things had really gone to shit in the Ministry, but not much before. That was when there were still some doubters about Voldemorts return, but when the more cautious sorts were starting to prepare for it anyway. Dumbledore wasn't dead, and neither was Sirius. God, she hated going over the war stories. They were so depressing, and the person she was telling was usually dead. No matter how many times she had to share a story like that, it never got easier. Most of her hoped that Tonks just didn't want to know, and she could sidestep that whole mess. She just didn't think it'd be that easy. She'd decided long ago that if anyone ever showed up who knew the circumstances of her death, she didn't want to hear about it. Ever. Whatever it was, however it happened, whenever it happened ... she didn't want to know. Leaning back in her chair slightly, Jaime kept an eye on the door Tonks was most likely to come through (since it wasn't like she'd been in the baggage care) and she waited. |