InsaneJournal

Day Twenty Five
Who: Tonks and Marcus
What: Confrontation
When: Early morning
Where: Marcus' room
Rating: I shouldn't think more than a PG, but we'll see.
Status Complete


She must have thought about it while she slept, though she couldn't seem to remember her dreams. But there was no other reason for her to have awoken with a plan fully-formed in her mind. It was really, really early. The sun was barely rising. In normal situations, Tonks wouldn't even be awake yet. She liked to sleep until at least 10 am or so, but this had pulled her firmly out of her sound sleep. There was something she needed to do, something that simply wasn't going to wait on her convienance.

With a sigh and a yawn, and an undeniable surge of excitement and nerves, she slipped out of bed and wandered over to her dresser. Her pajamas were soon off, and she was clothed in a manner that was fairly odd even for her. Although she enjoyed bright colors, she seldom picked out anything near as nearly blinding as she did today. She didn't even try to match up the colors, so that her top was a bright orange and her pants were an eye-piercing shade of pink. She had literally picked out the first thing that she'd found in the drawers, and it showed. She looked rather like a toddler who is learning to dress themselves, actually.

It didn't matter, though. She distractedly changed her hair color to a bright blue that made the whole outfit just that much brighter, and didn't even glance in the mirror to see the effect she'd achieved. Soon enough, she was outside a room very close to hers, the one that housed the Ranger who had come to mean quite a bit to her. There was something that she really needed to do if she was going to get any rest at all, since the whole thing had messed with her to the point where it was hard to think about anything else.

With barely a hesitation, she raised her hand and knocked on the door. Hopefully she wasn't going to wake Marcus up, but she doubted it. He didn't seem like the sort to sleep in. As she waited to see if he would answer, if he was even in, she clutched her hands tightly in front of her, just under her breasts, the nerves surging inside of her to the point where she wondered if someone had cast some sort of nausea hex on her. But she still waited. She would see this out.