InsaneJournal

Who: Tonks and Xena
When: Day One, morning
What: Tonks' arrival and other such things
Where: In the desert near the resort
Rating: PG, will change as needed
Status: Completed

It was a cold, dreary day in London, but the young witch didn't let that get her down. Actually, since it was rarely anything but a cold, dreary day, she was used to it and it seemed quite normal. There was just a hint of rain on the wind, enough to make her shiver in her purple wizards robes. Her hair, of course, was the exact same shade of purple, and she had it shoulder-length. Today was one of her coordinating days, and she was quite proud of the effect she got in the form of double takes from people walking by, wizards and muggles alike.



Her wand, since she was out in the main part of London, was hidden up a sleeve of her robe, easily accessible but not visible. She was feeling good. She'd slept well the night before, and even though she was off to a day of meetings and paperwork, she had the feeling from hints that had been dropped around the Ministry that she was being sent on another mission, very soon. If so, it would be her first in about a month.

It was never a good idea for her to think and walk at the same time, and today was no different. She didn't see what she tripped over, but since she'd been known to literally trip over air, that didn't concern her too much. It was more of a fall than a trip, actually, and the Auror fell onto the muddy street.

With a resigned sigh, she picked herself up again, and started trying to brush the mud off. This absorbed most of her attention. Finally, she decided it was hopeless, the air was too... wait. The air had been damp, but now, it was very dry. She frowned. This was unusual. She raised her head, glanced around what should have been the streets of London, and blinked. The last time she'd checked, there'd been no deserts anywhere near England, and yet, here she was, definately in a desert.

She burst into action, took her wand out of her sleeve. She'd clearly been kidnapped, and the Order of the Phoenix would need to know. She didn't see any Death Eaters around at the moment, but that didn't mean that there wern't any.

"Expecto Patronum!"

Silver mist collected around the end of her wand, and burst into the shape of a large lizard, a chameleon, her patronus. She spoke to it commandingly, giving it orders.

"Alright, then, I want you to go find the closest Order member. Dumbledore would be best, but Molly or Minerva or I suppose even Severus would do. Just anyone, really. Go!"

She watched as the silvery, misty shape obediantly moved off, but in a direction she didn't quite expect. Straight up into the air, actually, right into the cloud cover. A few short moments later, as she was looking up, trying to figure out what her patronus was doing, it appeared again, diving down through the sky to hover in front of her. It shook it's head and simply disappeared.

Well, that was strange. She sighed softly. Something was keeping her message from getting out, which had never happened before. But she was inventive, she was sure she could find some way to help herself. First things first, though. The desert sun was scortching, and she was pretty much about to die. Her warm robe, appropriate for the streets of London, was smothering her here, so she stripped it off. Luckily, she always wore jeans and a t-shirt underneath, for comfort.

Then, she looked around once more, for cover or for someone coming. There really wasn't much of the former, but as she squinted, she thought she saw... yes, indeed, in the distance, there was a figure coming close to her. She narrowed her eyes. It could be a Death Eater, but she couldn't assume that it was. She could probably nab them with a spell right now, if she tried, but she just couldn't be sure.

The purple-haired Auror settled for keeping her wand trained on the approaching figure, ready with any number of spells, but not yet decided to use any of them. She'd see what the other person wanted, first. Maybe it was a mistake, but since she didn't know what was going on, she knew she shouldn't make any assumptions.