Dark Alleys and such Who: Tonks [Can be open, or can be stand alone!] What: Snooping. Doing her job When: November 23rd Where: Knockturn Alley
Tonks was never too keen on going into Knockturn Alley. It was probably because that was associated with the one standout time in her head that her parents used the hand to punish her. She had been eight at the time, and wandered away from her mother. It happened, probably more than the older Tonks woman ever liked, but usually little Dora didn't wander too far. That particular time, however, she did. Straight into the Alley.
It was the singularly most frightening thing in her eight years of life at that time.
Now she was older though, and knew better. Still, she was walking through the area warily. Normally bright hair colours were more subdued, natural dark brown, and her wand was behind her ear rather than in her back pocket. Just in case. She looked around, searching for the shop that Harry had informed her about. It was time to work.