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Tonks, if you please ([info]tonks_please) wrote in [info]mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-06-13 17:52:00

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Entry tags:complete, day 3, marcus cole, nymphadora tonks

Who: Tonks and Marcus
What: Horseback riding and most likely plotting to escape the planet.
When: Day Three, Morning
Where: The stables
Rating: I'm gonna say PG-13
Status: Complete

During the night, the young witch had had a bit of a brainstorm. Not a useful one, like how to get away from here, but still, one that she awoke eager to try out. Much earlier than was usual for her, the Auror bounced out of bed, wearing her oversized Weird Sisters t-shirt that she usually slept in. Glancing around at her room, she screwed up her face and concentrated. The pink walls turned into an equally brilliant purple, and she grinned in satisfaction. She might not intend to stay here long, but she really was enjoying the ability to change these surroundings at will.




She quickly showered and then changed into her chosen outfit of the day. Jeans, of course, because she pretty much always wore them. But this time, she chose a bright purple pair instead of her normal blue jeans. Pairing it with a black t-shirt, she looked into the mirror and nodded in satisfaction. Her hair, which had faded to it's natural brown hue during the night, took just a second to fix. Soon, it was jet black. An unusual choice for her, but she went with it.

Soon she was ready, and heading to the food area. She didn't stop in the restaurant this time, since she was in a hurry to try out her new idea. She stopped by the kitchen, snagged an apple and a granola bar, and as far as she was concerned, she was ready to go. Munching on her breakfast, the young Auror made her way down to the stables. She looked doubtfully around at the large beasts, and then sort of picked one at random that she thought had nice eyes, and wasn't going to kill her. Then, it was time to see if she was right...

Closing her eyes as she clambered on, she tried to pretend it was a broomstick she was straddling. A few large broomstick. And, this time, she didn't fall off. With a cry of satisfaction, she pressed her heels into the beasts flanks and off it went, like a shot, with Tonks somehow managing to cling to the saddle like a burr.

She didn't know how long it had been when she came riding back, having explored many of the trails around the place. Finally, though, she was tired, and headed back towards the stables. No one seemed to be around, really, which the young witch wondered about. But just as she was thinking that, she saw someone in a dark coat walking by. She was riding pretty fast, so she didn't see who it was. Curious, she turned the horse around and cantered back towards whoever it was.

"Hullo, there!"

She waved in a friendly way, and even managed to stay on the horse at the same time, which was damn impressive considering the last time she'd tried to ride, she hadn't been able to even stay on once the horse started moving.



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[info]tonks_please
2008-06-20 01:24 am UTC (link)
His response to that made her laugh. She'd never really spoken to someone who didn't know what Quidditch was. Most of the people she knew were big, huge fans, actually. It blew her mind that someone could have actually never even heard the word, before, but then it wasn't a muggle sport, was it? Being played on broomsticks and all.

"Quidditch. It's a real word, definately. Wizards on brooms trying to score points with balls while other balls try to knock them off their brooms. Oh, and we can't forget the golden snitch, that usually wins the game."

Realizing he probably had no idea what she was talking about, and also someone taken off guard by the strange conversation they were having, she blushed, turned away, and nodded. It was time to let this go. With one last parting comment.

"We should do that sometime."

With that, she turned around and headed off towards the mountain. There was still a lot to see, and she was looking forward to it. Also, leaving this uncomfortable but exciting situation behind was definately a motive. Still, they also had lots of exploring to do.

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