andy is ready to kick some purist ass (foolofamum) wrote in find_horcruxes, @ 2009-08-03 21:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | andromeda tonks, ted tonks |
RP Log: Andromeda & Ted
Characters: Andromeda and Ted Tonks (and a bit of Nymphadora)
Setting: La Casa del Tonks during the evening of 3 August
Summary: Ted comes home and finds that there is something rather animalistic about their daughter.
Rating: PG
When Ted came home from work at the station, he and Dora had a ritual. First, he flooed in around 5:30 or so. Dora would always be waiting, bouncing eagerly on her toes from about 5:20 onward (because that was the earliest he had ever come home, and Nymphadora Tonks was a confirmed optimist). As soon as his feet hit the fireplace floor, she would come running up at full speed to take a flying leap at him. Despite the fact that they were both notoriously clumsy, Ted had only cracked his head on the mantle twice and only dropped Dora once. As both tended to ignore any injury that didn't result in serious bleeding, that didn't stop Dora from continuing to fly at him every weekday evening. Ted would catch her, swing her around once, and then set her feet down on the ground with a grin. "You know what this house needs?" he'd ask. The question was the same every night, as was the answer she would shout back at him. "LOUD ROCK 'N ROLL!!" Then she'd go running to the large collection of shelves that held all of their records, and Ted would flip through for whatever he was in the mood for that day, and the two of them would rock out in the living room. There tended to be a lot of air guitaring, and as far as Ted was concerned one of the best things about magic was that he could put a steadying charm on the turntable's needle so they could jump up and down all they wanted - which of course they did. Today the music of choice was Boston (the first album, of course), and they blasted out "More Than a Feeling" and "Peace of Mind" both before finally collapsing on the sofa, completely rocked out. Dora scampered off then to resume the important duty of chasing frogs in the back garden, and that was when Ted noticed the tail. How he'd missed the tail before then, he didn't know (probably too caught up in air-guitaring through the solos and trying to hit Brad Delp's high notes as they sang along), but now he spotted it. His daughter had a tail - a very fluffy tail, in fact, which precisely matched the pointy little cat ears perched in amongst her pink hair. He'd noticed the ears when he came in, but he hadn't really taken a good look and he'd simply figured them for one of her amusing headbands. She had one with little green antennae on it, too. However, given that the ears seemed to be an exact match for the tail, Ted supposed that perhaps they hadn't been a headband after all - which was about the point that he got himself up off the sofa and headed toward the kitchen. "Andromeda..." He was still looking toward the back door with a faintly puzzled expression, even though Dora was long out of sight. "Did, uhm...did Dora manage that herself? The tail and ears?" He sounded as though maybe he was holding out some hope that maybe this was some amusing little charm Andromeda had done on her behalf, but he wasn't counting on it - not after weeks of constantly changing hair colors. "Yes, she did," Andromeda replied firmly from the kitchen, where she had been preparing dinner during the Boston jam session. She had patiently been waiting for the music to get turned down and for that question to come up. After all, it was hard to miss the fact that one's daughter suddenly turned into a cat-girl. "I have no idea how she did it, but she did," Andromeda admitted, just a touch of worry in her tone as she abandoned the soup to peer out the kitchen window and into the backyard where Dora was playing. "We had been outside looking for the cat and she told me that if she had cat ears she would be able to hear her to find her. Apparently the tail was necessary in the search and rescue process as well." "Is it wrong that this worries me a little?" Ted asked, his hand going to rub the back of his neck. "The hair colour thing was a little odd, but I just figured okay, good, she's got magic. But this, uhm...I mean, I haven't been around a lot of magical kids, but I know Lizzie Cornfoot doesn't do this stuff. Neither do any of the Weasleys that I know of. I'm not sure even wizard kids are supposed to be able to just pop up cat ears whenever they feel like." "I never did magic like that when I was a child," Andromeda said thoughtfully, her arms folding in front of her as she kept her gaze out the window. "And I swear that McGonagall didn't have us doing that sort of thing until our NEWT classes came around. Regardless, though, she's been fairly consistent with her magic. Like she can almost control it herself and at her age she shouldn't be able to." Andromeda fell quiet for a moment, mulling that over before looking back at Ted again. "So, no. I don't think that it's wrong of you to be worried." Ted nodded. "The first magic I ever showed was at her age, but I didn't really have any control at all 'til...man, not long before I started at Hogwarts," he said, thinking back. "I just kept knocking the cookie jar off the top of the refrigerator, and I was pretty clumsy at it. Dora, though...I mean, I couldn't do those cat ears now, much less when I was five. And while I could turn my hair pink, I know I couldn't keep it up for days at a time the way she does, not without doing the spells over and over again." And while Ted knew he wasn't the world's most talented transfigurationist, he wasn't the world's worst, either. He'd passed his OWL well enough, but some of his daughter's antics were still well beyond his ability. "I mean, I don't guess there's actually anything wrong with it, per se...I just wonder if maybe we ought to...I mean, are there any experts in kid magic we can talk to?" "I don't know," Andromeda replied honestly, shifting her weight uncomfortably as her gaze went back to Dora. She watched as she splashed in the pond after a frog for a moment before she continued. "We could at least take her to St. Mungo's, perhaps? I don't think that it's something that could really fall under Spell Damage, but at the same time I have no idea how to turn it back without potentially hurting her." "Or we could call up the Muggle Liaison Office too, maybe?" Ted suggested. "It doesn't seem like it's really hurting her to have ears on top of her head, and their people who introduce muggle folks to magic ought to know a thing or about kids and magic, right? Maybe they can tell us something." "That's not a bad idea," Andromeda agreed with a slow nod. Her attention suddenly went back to the stove behind her and she stirred the soup again before the bottom of the pot burned. "I have to be honest, though... I'm rather impressed. If she can do all of this, can you just imagine whatever else she can do?" "She's certainly surprised us plenty so far," Ted admitted. He actually smiled on that one; while his daughter's talents were a little unsettling, he was pretty proud of her. "It's cool, having a wildly talented kid...you know, even though I occasionally get worried she's going to do something she can't change back and she'll wind up with no nose or something." "Let's just cross our fingers that it won't get that far," Andromeda smiled, albeit a bit grimly. "She's all right now, though. I think that we ought to still take her in, but we should probably hold off on the full fledged worrying until she actually does something that isn't able to be reversed." "Sounds like a good idea," Ted agreed with a nod. "So I'll floo Muggle Liaison in the morning, you floo Mungo's, and we can make contact at lunchtime to discuss what we've got so far. Acceptable plan?" "Beautiful plan," Andromeda agreed, turning down the heat on the soup and turning to go back to the salad she had been preparing. She shot him a quick smile before picking up the knife to cut tomatoes. "I am so lucky that I married such a smart bloke." "And I," Ted said as he walked up to kiss the back of her neck, "am lucky I married such a smart woman." He rested his hands at her hips, then snuck one out to steal a bit of tomato. "How close are we to done with dinner? Anything you want me to do, or should I just go grab the frog-worrier and make her wash her hands?" "I am just about finished here," Andromeda replied, popping a piece of tomato into her mouth and then peering over at the soup in appraisal. "I think that if you try to go and catch her now, by the time the goo is all scrubbed off of her hands we'll be set to go." Ted leaned down to kiss her cheek. "Got it, chief." And thus, Ted was off to catch the frog-catcher...and hopefully to convince her that at least the tail should probably go away for dinner. |