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Tonks, if you please (tonks_please) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2009-01-17 13:44:00

Entry tags:

astor bennett, complete, day 29, faith lehane, illyana rasputin, marcus cole, mercy thompson, nymphadora tonks, sam winchester, severus snape, violet baudelaire

WHO: Tonks and Illyana, Marcus, Astor, Faith, Mercy, Violet, Snape, Sam, Andy (posting order)
WHAT: Snowball fight!
WHEN: Day 29, afternoon
WHERE: The snow forts
RATING: PG at most, I should think
STATUS: Complete

After showing Mercy around, she'd had a little bit of a run in with someone over the journals. But Tonks was nothing if not resilent, and she didn't let him hurt her feelings for long. Instead, she decided that exactly what she needed was some physical exercise. So she changed into some warmer clothing, swapping her normal t-shirt for a thick sweater, and then, she was off.

There were people there already, so Tonks picked a fort nearly at random and crouched behind it. The witch then spent quite a few moments simply packing snow into snowballs, but now she was ready. She had quite a pile to work with. Showing that she wasn't always clumsy, she clambered to the top of her chosen fort and cupped her hands around her mouth so her voice would project further. Of course, she could use magic, but that seemed like cheating somehow.

"Hey, guys! Let's get this going on!" As usual, her voice was full of good cheer and high spirits. And she immediately had to duck down as people from both sides flung snowballs at her. She had been a bit of an idiot, making herself such an easy target and then taunting everyone. Her uncharacteristic nimbleness went away very quickly under the rain of snowballs, and she half-fell half-slid back to her pile of snowballs. It was turning into a pretty fun fight, she thought. She was having a good time.

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severelyseverus
2009-01-20 10:38 pm UTC (link)

Snape stood in the midst of the mayhem, searching for Tonks. Though he wasn't oblivious to the danger of the snowball fight's chaos, he didn't actually believe that anyone would target him, since he hadn't given any sign that he was there to participate. Gazing about, he found he didn't know most of the people there, nor did he care to. Anyone whose tastes ran to this sort of nonsense was not likely to be the sort to be his kindred spirit.

Finally he spotted his naughty prey. How did she ever expect to hide from him with that sickeningly-bright hair? Raising his wand to point in her direction, he had just opened his mouth to utter the beginning of a particularly embarrassing revenge spell, when he was struck from two directions by snowballs. He barely had time to cough and splutter before he was struck again and again. Spinning around, he futilely attempted to avoid attack, but couldn't spot his attackers, his eyes covered with ice-dust.

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