nymphadora tonks is back from the stars. (hufflepunk) wrote in reoccurrence, @ 2020-09-10 02:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | potter lily, tonks nymphadora |
WHO. tonks & lily.
WHERE. tarot, knockturn alley.
WHEN. wednesday 9th september.
WHAT. girls' night.
STATUS. ongoing.
Beyond a couple of teenage forays out of sheer curiosity (though not too much curiosity that she would wear her own face – there was always that distinct worry of somebody from school seeing her there, reigniting whispers about those family members of hers in Azkaban) and Auror related work, Tonks hadn't spent all that much time in Knockturn before she started working at Daphne's. Perhaps it was the change in times, perhaps it was simple exposure, but it no longer seemed so shady and strange. Many places had fallen into shabby disrepair after the war, and it had seen less of a revival than Diagon. But those few spots that had seen an opening for something new were doing rather well for it. The bar Tonks had suggested was one of those – a small narrow building, brick walls, dimly lit with floating candles, with cocktails that bubbled and hissed and came in rich, sumptuous flavours. Dark cherry and chocolate, roasted hazelnuts and espresso. It leant in to Knockturn's gloom, but in an alluring kind of way. She'd walked past it enough times to be curious, and one of her co-workers had said it was a good spot. It was quarter to eight when she arrived. Arriving early was a force of habit when she was feeling uneasy about something. The conversation in the journal had been a mess, one that had only deepened when Remus had come to her with his misplaced guilt (as if he didn't have enough). Still, Tonks couldn't shake the nagging feeling that Lily was twenty one, and probably struggling with all this in her own ways, and maybe more gentle advice – and friendship – would help get through to her. She lit herself a cigarette to help with the wait, and tried to be patient, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. |