Who: Tonks and Richard Summerby What: Tonks finds out about her future Where: The Summerby Estate When: Afternoon after class Rating: Mentions of Tonks's fate, including death and possible war/battle details Status: In Progress
Tonks looked up at the Summerby estate with wonder and a bit of trepidation. Some part of her wanted her mother to be there, for someone to hold her hand. And yet, another more fierce part of her refused to have anyone there at all. This was her future, a future that apparently warranted a face-to-face meeting and could not simply be recounted over the digital nethersphere, which in general meant that it wasn't good. What could possibly merit such a meeting? Had everything gone alright for her in her future, Rich could have just told her so, right? Tonks, you live a fabulous life, get married, have children, grow to be old and crotchety and die asleep in your own bed surrounded by family, friends and loved ones.
No... no, that wasn't the life Tonks was meant to have, and it made a tremor course through her body. Somehow, she had always known that would never be the case. She didn't know the details of it all yet, but she knew that she was born special for a reason. The union of a Black and a Muggleborn could only produce something unique, a shapeshifting weirdo maybe, but here she was. All pink-haired and big-eyed staring straight at the moment that was going to change her life forever. All kinds of thoughts still crossed her mind before she entered. If she happened to return home, would the future she was about to hear still take place? Would she remember it at all? Would she be able to change it somehow? And... what difference would it make if she heard it or not?
Her heart beat wildly in her chest, and it was at that moment she knew she should have brought someone with her. If not her mother or Remus then perhaps Hina, someone she still cared about but was outside the sphere of their world. She was scared, terribly so, but if there was something she learned from her mother it was that fear only grew more powerful if one didn't act upon it. If she did nothing, if she turned away from this and never heard the words of her future, the fear of it would only consume her. She would forever be bound to this fear of the unknown, and she would forever regret not knowing what it was. She may have been a lowly Hufflepuff, but that didn't mean she wasn't brave in some sense. Brave despite her fear.
Without knowing just how she got there, she found herself at Rich's door, knocking before she lost her nerve. Her hair was a tapered down version of her usual pink, not quite as fluorescent as it typically was but still clearly very pink. Awkwardly, she kept her hands clasped behind her, reminding herself not to touch anything for fear of breaking it as she teetered back and forth on the balls of her feet. Whatever happened today, whatever she would find out, Tonks was determined to keep a brave face on. Rich deserved that much out of her at least.