Regulation and Control

Who: Nymphadora Tonks, Rabbit Tuor
What: Baby mama drama.
When: Late night, Saturday
Where: Tonks' flat, Notting Hill.

When the patronus came to alert him, Rabbit was sitting around his coffee table with Atticus, Coop, and his grandmother (who, after giving hours of advice to both him and his sister decided to come back to Liverpool to be their glue for as long as they needed her). Understandably, Coop screamed bloody murder, throwing her playing cards in the air mid-‘go fish’ at the sight, Atticus only raised an eyebrow, and his grandmother muttered something that was such an old Italian expression that none of them could translate its meaning.

It took a few minutes to calm his sister down, and he was grateful that his brother was around to make tea, and that Nonna would be around to stay with her for the night - because the old woman kept shooing him toward the door, insisting that things would be just fine. And with them around, Rabbit was sure that Buttercup, who had been a bundle of nerves and tears for the past few weeks, would be just fine.

He didn’t bother changing out of his pajamas, or apparating to his normal spot in the alleyway near Tonks’ flat. It was no more than twenty minutes after the patronus was sent that he popped into existence in the woman’s living room, barefoot.

"Hey," he said as a greeting, his eyes worried and dark with shadows, opening his arms for her to fall into if she wanted.

( Patronus to Rabbit, sent late Saturday night )

Who: Charlie Weasley and Nymphadora Tonks
What: Srs Bzns
When: Saturday night, just after 9 PM
Where: Seamus' bar, private room
Warnings: Probably language; let's hope there's no setting things on fire!
Status: Closed, complete.

Charlie had arranged a quiet, private room for this meeting with Tonks, a room that was dog-friendly as well, because he wasn't having the discussion without his canine moral support. He was settled at the table waiting for Tonks, with their favourite drinks already set for them, and Mircea curled at his feet.

He scratched the dog's head in lieu of taking liquid courage, and waited.

Who: Rabbit Tuor and Nymphadora Tonks
What: Thirsty Thursday! Featuring nicknames, sugar gliders, painkillers, Chinese food, brains, karma, religion, and lots and lots of alcohol.
Where: Tonks' flat in London
When: Thursday night, sometime after 7pm
Rating: PG-13 for language
Status: Closed // Complete

( Rabbit almost had a heart attack, and his field training showed in his response. )

Who: Nymphadora Tonks and Gatsby Tuor (NPC)
What: A phone conversation. The whole thread is done over the phone, really. It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. Shocker. Also, the Tuor kids are getting as pimped out as the cats. NPC power?
When: Sunday, 3 August 2008
Where: London/Liverpool
Rating: PG-13
Status: Closed; Complete

( she tried hard to imagine this bloke, who was offering to flash her and moan and have phone sex and all sorts of kinky shite, as a vanilla accountant )

( Voicemail left on Tonks' phone by Gatsby Tuor (NPC) )

WHO: Nymphadora Tonks, Neville Longbottom and possibly any of the Zabini clan (and open to anyone who wants, truly. It is a social event.)
WHEN: Friday, August 1 (backdated)
WHERE: the haunted Charleville Ballroom, minus some of the chairs. (More pictures here.)
WHAT: Aida Zabini may have committed murder. Neville might be writing a book about it. But first, he needs help finding truth and fact beneath all of the lies.
RATING: TBD
STATUS: Open; in progress


The man leaned against the wall, watching silently as the last of the light began to trickle through the windows, falling in hushed shadows against the folds of silvery dresses and faces lost in quiet conversations. Dancing reminded Neville of the war - his war, or the beginning of it, had been spent caught in spiderwebs, moving from person to person and trying to determine their intentions. Listening to accents he could never quite place, telling stories as he tried to spin his own path for others to support Order and Ministry, looking for the help from abroad that the Ministry always found so difficult to catch at home. Without realizing it, his foot was tapping slightly, catching the beat and falling in time. There was a slight part of him that missed this world, that missed the hint, however slight, of human contact, false and otherwise.

His hand pressed against the glass, leaving ghosts of his fingerprints as he set it on a table, dark eyes echoing the crowd as he looked for one woman amongst the others. Then, tilting his head, Neville realized he'd been strangely distracted and began to walk towards the wall, moving slowly in a deliberate effort not to stumble, his body blending into the crowd with strangely awkward grace.

Who: Charlie Weasley and Nymphadora Tonks
What: Drinks to celebrate Charlie's mission, whatever it was, and incredibly awkward conversation ensues.
Where: The Leaky Cauldron
When: Thursday night
Rating: PG-13
Status: Closed // Complete

( Feeling as if pounding her head on the table would produce better results than her own thoughts, she gulped down part of her drink, hoping this get-together wouldn't end in a fight. )

WHO: Nymphadora Tonks, Neville Longbottom and children!
WHEN: Thursday, July 31
WHERE: Neville's box-filled flat
WHAT: Neville needs to have a quick conversation with Dora about what they're actually doing.
RATING: TBD
STATUS: Closed; in progress

"Da!" As usual, Neville could hear Jinx's heavy footsteps before he saw the child. She thundered through the maze of boxes, blithely ignoring the lamp that came crashing down behind her and the shaking of the portrait against the wall. He considered that it was likely a good thing that his grandmother had fled to her room early, pleading nerves. "There's some strange woman outside. She's got a kid." Her hand flew to her hip as she looked down her nose and said, just as Augusta Longbottom would have, "I'm sure they're looking for a handout."

"Jinx," was all he said and she sighed.

Glancing down, she tugged at a red braid, then added, "Okay, so they don't look homeless." He touched her elbow, then stood, clambering over the boxes slowly as he went to the door. There were times, rare times but they still existed, when Neville occasionally felt a twinge of wanting an elf. Generally, however, those times were reserved for the kitchen. He opened the door, then saw the figures standing there and a smile slowly began to flower on his face.

"Dora," and with a grin, he leaned down. "You must be Lila." He held his hand out seriously to the small girl as if she was an adult he was meeting and not a child. He remembered that Jinx had always liked that.

( Owl to Severus Snape )

( Owl to Malcolm Baddock )

Who: Rabbit Tuor and Nymphadora Tonks. And Lila for a bit until kid needs to run to bed, which is when things will get ~naughty~.
Where: Tonks' flat, London
When: Sunday 27th July, 6mm
What: Dinner and a movie. Romance.
Rating: TBA
Status: Closed; Incomplete

Rabbit rarely spent any time in what he believed where the ‘artsy’ districts of London, Notting Hill among them. In fact, he was fairly certain that the only time he had ever even seen Notting Hill was on his television. Buttercup was a bit of a Julia Roberts worshipper, and it was his first hint that she had a bad day/was hungover/PMSing when he walked into his flat and Notting Hill, or Dying Young, or Pretty Woman was playing.

Not that he always minded. Pretty Woman was a great fucking film.

Notting Hill on the other hand… was kind of boring. But he tried to reserve judgment on the place (although he didn’t trust new pizzerias at all and had picked up dinner from his favorite local joint), and apparated two streets from where Tonks lived so he could take it in more thoroughly.

It was a fifteen minute walk from the alley to her flat, and the entire time, Rabbit was grateful for warming charms. Cold pizza was only good for breakfast or midnight snacks. He had to do some artistic maneuvering before he could knock on the door, and the pizza box ended up jammed firmly between the door frame and his hip, a bottle of soda between his legs, and the movie in between his teeth.

Rabbit was the king of great first impressions.

( Package to Nymphadora Tonks )

((OOC: Reference to this RP.))

Who: Nymphadora Tonks and [Open!]
What: Friday night drinks
Where: Seamus' Pub, Tir na Nog
When: Friday night
Rating: TBD

( She'd deal with the lecture on responsibility later. )

( Owl to Charlie Weasley )

Who: Nymphadora Tonks and Lavender Brown
What: Tonks and Lav bump into one another at an apothecary and get into a rapping battle. Okay, not seriously. They just talk.
Where: Corazon Alley, Shatwell's Apothecary
When: 21st July, late afternoon
Rating: PG-13 for language
Status: Closed; complete

( I swear I'm not on the run from the law. Cross my heart. )

Who: Nymphadora Tonks, Lila Tonks, and Bill Weasley
What: A visit
When: Afternoon
Where: St. Mungo's
Rating: Lowish, since there's a kid present

( Never knew the best was yet to come )

Who: Daria Kis, Nymphadora Tonks, and Viola Marlowe
What: Ladies' Night - expect alcohol and dancing
Where: Daria and bro's flat in Soho, then a club somewhere (I am vague because I suck at locations XD)
When: 18 July, starting at 9pm
Rating: PG-13 for alcohol and probable language
Status: Closed; incomplete


Daria leaned against the wall in front of her flat, hands shoved in the pockets of her hoodie as she waited for the other women to show up. She grinned. This was going to be fun. While she felt she'd probably end up mainly just friends with Marlowe, she was fairly sure she'd be hitting on the Auror - alright, completely sure - before the night was over. So she had a kid, so what? It just made things more interesting, which made Daria look forward to it all the more.

( Owl package to Tonks )

Who: Anthony Goldstein, Nymphadora Tonks, and Lila Tonks
What: Anthony comes to check up on Zee
Where: St. Mungo's
When: Thursday afternoon
Rating: Lowish

( . . . )

( Owl for Tonks )