Who: Fenrir and Tonks Where: Outdoors When: Jan. 17 What: Fenrir likes to harass everyone Status/Rating: Incomplete, moderate? (IT'S FENRIR)
Tonks had at least gotten to the point where she wasn't waiting to be plucked out of Lockewood at any moment. She was now also completely convinced that the village was real. It might have been incredibly bizarre, but she couldn't really do anything but accept the truth that was lying in front of her eyes. And she was in Lockewood. Her cousin was innocent, her future son was wandering around, and Harry Potter was thirty-something with three kids. Bizarre.
She was starting to fall into something of a comfortable routine though. She headed into work every day, but other than Draco Malfoy, no one really wanted to get a tattoo, so she spent most of her time practicing her drawing skills. She was a bit leery of the needle still, but she figured it was all for nothing if she couldn't draw for shit. In her own defensive, she had warned everyone via the journals. The journals were something that she was truly enjoying. She thought that they were rather ingenious and she really wanted to take hers apart to see how it worked. She knew that Skeeter would probably reprimand her, but she was beginning to think that it was well worth the consequences.
However, she was really tired of the winter. She missed summer. She missed being outdoors. After finishing her "work" for the day, Tonks tromped outside and headed toward where she had heard there was a lake. It was frozen over, but that didn't stop her from walking around it a few times before sitting down in the snow. It was cold, but it was quiet, an that was kind of nice.