Nymphadora Tonks (infit_tonks) wrote in sic_infit, @ 2009-08-20 04:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: dorcas meadowes, character: nymphadora tonks, place: order safe house, time: august 1999 |
Characters: Nymphadora Tonks and [OPEN to all Order Members]
Date: Late 19 August / Early 20 August 1999
Location: Order Safehouse
Rating: Lowish
Summary:
Status: Incomplete
Whatever was in the potion her healer had given her had only succeeded in making Tonks feel infinitely worse. For the second day in a row, she'd left work early, though this time she was spending so little time at her desk that it was a bit pointless anyhow. She did her best to keep it from Bill, pretending as if she were going to deliver things rather than dry-heave over a toilet, but by lunch, she was more than ready to go home.
One key component to her and Bill's relationship seemed to be that Tonks acted like an injured animal whenever something was wrong. She protected her territory with every last bit of strength she had, all the while trying not to let on that she was sick or hurting or miserable or whatever it happened to be. Bill must've thought that was who she was, but in truth, it wasn't. She needed people in her life very much, especially when it came to helping her raise her family, but Bill - whether he knew it or not, he was the wolf to her sheep. And she refused to be a stupid sheep, or at least any stupider than she'd been with him already.
Unable to sleep, she wound up in the kitchen well past the time when any normal human being would still be awake. It was her favourite spot in the house, usually warm and bustling with people and energy. It made her feel as if she were part of some kind of family, even if it wasn't the conventional sort. She'd miss it when they left.
With her bunny slippers propped up on the edge of the table and a mug of hot cocoa cupped in her hands in an attempt to stop the nausea, she stared blankly ahead as dozens of thoughts swirled through her mind. These weren't going to be an easy few months up ahead, and more than anything, she was dreading what would happen when she ran out of excuses to keep Bill at arm's length. He already knew she was a Metamorphmagus; that in and of itself was so dangerous that it hurt to think about what might happen if he shared that knowledge with anyone else. But as long as her cover wasn't blown, she couldn't disappear, not yet, not when there was a chance things would be okay. If not for Bill, then for Mackenzie and the boy. They deserved to have as much of a stable, functioning family as she could possibly give them, even though it would never be perfect.