nymphadora tonks is back from the stars. (hufflepunk) wrote in reoccurrence, @ 2020-08-24 01:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | fenwick benjy, prewett gideon, tonks nymphadora |
WHO. tonks, benjy, & gideon.
WHERE. the rrc.
WHEN. backdated to august 19th.
WHAT. tightening security, signing up new recruits.
STATUS. ongoing.
If Tonks was being entirely honest she – and her poor arse – could have happily done without the broom ride from London to Norfolk. It likely wouldn't have been so terrible if she hadn't flown in so long, Fred's broom did have fairly good cushioning charms, but hopping on for a long term flight after months of sitting about mostly being pregnant wasn't an entirely pleasant experience. The things she did for this bloody resistance, honestly. Cloaked in layers of thick disillusionment charms, she mostly kept above the low cloud level, until dipping very low as she got closer to the RRC, landing in the forest nearby and taking the rest on foot. The hard part was getting into the centre without being spotted. There was a gap in the garden bushes she knew how to get past, but it was whether or not she could manage to dismantle a spot in the wards in enough time before anybody spotted the telltale shimmer of her charms and sent people out to investigate. Nearly there, she could feel the magical pull easing, when she spotted a frowning counsellor trying to get a closer look at her through the window. It was sheer bloody luck that at that moment somebody came along to talk to him, drawing his gaze away and allowing her to slip through. Once on the premises she shifted, taking on the face of Jemima, a sweet but somewhat ditzy healer who had been assigned to her post-natal care. Tonks felt a little bad for using her like that, given she had been so kind to her in her time there, but she was rather a perfect fit. Friendly, scatterbrained, if anybody questioned her on what she was doing she could shrug it off or claim she had forgotten something somewhere again and wasn't that silly of her. When she made it to the third floor, and one of the other healers did spot her, curious as to why she wasn't doing her assigned check-ins, she was able to pass it off as having lost track of her charts. It earned her a scolding and there was a half second where it looked like he was going to call some bluff, but he mercifully dropped it and left saying he was going to tend to his own patients. Finally, ten minutes later than the 4pm she had asked for, she arrived in the top reading room. |