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Amy Pond (fairytale_pond) wrote in silverage,

"Woah." That was all Amy could manage when Tonks' hair changed right before her eyes from bubblegum pink to a shade matching her own. "That. is. wicked."

Amy was surprised that there were supposedly so many witches and wizards around. She'd probably run into some of 'em before but never known it. Then again, she reminded herself, the Silents were around for thousands of years an' nobody knew because nobody remembered. She wondered if, because this was before her last trip to the US in 1969, the Silents were still about, makin' everyone forget. "Tell me," Amy asked warily, "if... "muggles" see you doin' magic even though we're not supposed to, do you magical folk... you know, mess with our heads? Make us forget, like?"

Coming back to the present, Amy patted her pockets. The money left over from her cab ride, her (useless and turned off) mobile, and--

"Here," she offered, pulling a folded newspaper clipping from her back pocket. The bit of headline that was visible read,

LDING WITH NO PURPOSE: WHY
UILT?