Who: Harry and Tonks Where: Outdoors When: Feb. 26, afternoon What: Tonks thinks Harry being a mime is funny as shit Status/Rating: Incomplete, low
Tonks was fairly certain that everyone in Lockewood was insane. She couldn't even begin to wrap her head around why more people weren't outside enjoying the sunshine. It wasn't snowing. It wasn't even cold. It was actually warm. It was beautiful outside and Tonks loved warm weather and she loved sunshine. Winter had always seemed unending and oppressive to her. She was hoping that this meant the coming of spring, but she had a feeling that it was more a momentary break. It was the weather flirting with everyone to remind them of what they would eventually, but did not yet have.
In any case, she was spending as much time outside as she possibly could. At the moment, she was strolling lazily down the street, her hands tucked into the pockets of the light jacket that she was wearing. She had just finished lunch and was heading back to pretend to work on tattoos. She was actually going to die of shock if anyone walked in and asked her to ink something into their skin.
However, she was stopped when she recognized someone not far from her. Harry! She hadn't really seen him since the night that she had barged in on him. She realized that she owed him something of a hug and an apology. Besides, they were like cousins or something. She had known him when he was a baby, right? It totally worked.
As she got closer, she saw that Harry was behaving strangely. Awfully strangely. She made a face and it took her several moments to figure out just what she was seeing.
"Holy shit," Tonks said excitedly when she bounded to Harry's side. "Are you a mime?"