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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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tonks_please
2009-02-09 10:00 pm UTC (link)

"Fine. You win this time, Nymphadora Tonks!"

The sound of his snidely mocking voice echoed through the young witches ears, and for a moment, she couldn't quite believe what she'd heard. How had he dared? No way, she'd heard wrong... but that denial didn't last very long at all, since she couldn't get that voice out of her head.

"Don't call me that!" But even screaming at the tops of her lungs as she had didn't help her feel better, because she knew that he couldn't hear her. Fuming, she glared at everyone, daring them to comment, and then thought for a moment. What was she going to do about the snarky potions master? She had no idea, but it wasn't looking like it was going to be a very good day for Severus Snape.

Muttering darkly under her breath, she avoided Marcus' eyes, and really everyone. She followed in Snape's footsteps, as they were, and quickly Apparated away as well. She was going to go plot revenge, she decided. It was annoying enough to be called that ever, but in front of Marcus of all people... she left the snowball fight without a backward glance, too embarassed by the whole thing to risk meeting anyone's gaze.

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ex_darkchyld899
2009-02-10 06:07 pm UTC (link)

That snowball canon was deadly, Illyana decided as she struggled to her feet. She could feel the snow creeping down her coat and all through her socks. Now that it was melting against her skin, it wasn't quite as fun, and she decided to find safer ground. She made her way out of the center of the battlefield, trying to avoid the canon-fire, and back to one of the forts on the outside of the game.

She didn't want to leave without sending off one more volley, however, so she gathered up a bit of snow and packed it carefully into a good-sized snowball. She took careful aim and lobbed it toward the dark-haired girls and the young girl. "Parting shot!" she called.

With her last snowball thrown, Illyana turned back toward the residential buildings. A hot shower would be just the thing, followed by a change of clothes and then, perhaps, a trip to the restaurant for some hot chocolate. Or, she'd just order in.

As she turned, however, she noticed the woman with the oddly-colored hair disappear as well. Two teleportations in one five-minute stretch? Curious, she tried to summon her own stepping disks, but found she still couldn't. She growled under her breath as she walked away, and tried not to let it bother her too much while she was still more or less in public. She could rant and rail back in her room.

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marcus_cole
2009-02-10 11:38 pm UTC (link)

Something serious had happened there. As fun as the snowball fight was, Marcus was suddenly more concerned about Tonks. Snape's words must have really upset her for her to just leave like that, with such a dark expression. What had the black-robed wizard said that had upset her so much? Hadn't he just said her name? Come to think of it, Tonks had never told Marcus her full name. He wondered why. It was really quite lovely. Nymphadora, "gift of the water spirits" if he had his Greek right.

Absently blocking incoming snowballs with his pike, Marcus stared for a moment at the spot where Tonks had been standing, then decided he had better go and look for her. Oblivious to the fact that others were leaving, too, He marched off of the battlefield, heading for the dormitories.

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