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tough_tonks (tough_tonks) wrote in strugglewithin,
@ 2008-11-17 16:33:00

Entry tags:

august 1997, fred weasley, nymphadora lupin, remus lupin

RP: Back Room Whispers...
Date: 17 August 1007
Characters: Nymphadora Lupin, Order Members, Any Intruders?
Location: The Hog's Head Tavern
Status: Open
Summary: There is an impromptu Order Meeting, though it might be intruded upon! Anyone is welcome to join, just figure a way into the scene.
Completion: Incomplete

The night was hot and dank, fog lying low over the land as the rain of the afternoon cooled the place just enough to produce low lying condensation. It produced an even more ephemeral quality around the Hog's Head Tavern, which was a shadowed place on the best of days. Tonks liked it that way. It felt strangely safe hiding in the fog and shadows. No suspicious eyes could stare across the room in a place like this.

So, instead of going home from the office, she took a turn up the lane and straight into the tavern. She gave a silent nod in Aberforth's direction, already beginning to peel off her Auror's robes from the sticky heat that kept them clinging to her skin. She headed straight for one of the farthest tables in the back corner, clear of any other patrons. If any of the Order or friendlies showed tonight there was room for them to join her, but otherwise she could hide and be left at peace.

The next piece of clothing to come off was her over shirt. A button down, collared, dressy thing, it actually gave her a strange air of professionality at work. She tried to live up to her status, even if she was a bit of an untamed spark, she had grown into the position of Auror. And with that growth came collared shirts, especially for the new ministry. However now she removed it, leaving it just in her sweat-soaked undershirt. She tossed both dress shirt and robe across the chair next to her and finally collapsed down into a seat.

"Wotcher, Aberforth. I'll just have a tea and whatever food ya have be there that's drippin' in grease. Thanks." She flashed him her smile, even if it didn't quite reach her eyes. She then let her head sink to the table for a moment, leaning there, just breathing. At least the day was over.</t>

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lunaraffliction
2008-11-17 10:34 pm UTC (link)

Remus slunk into the Hog's Head with his cloak's hood pulled over his head. He wasn't sure how his presence would be received, especially considering his last visit, but he'd more news to pass on, and it really couldn't wait. Sidling up to the bar, he slipped into a stool and pushed back his hood, nodding at Aberforth.

"Whiskey," he said. "Please."

He glanced down the length of the bar and was a bit disappointed to note that it was empty. He'd hoped he might run into Kingsley or Arthur, and this was his last chance before tomorrow night, the full moon. The news trickling down Diagon told of the Ministry's Muggle-born Registration letters hitting shopkeepers, and things were getting tense.

Aberforth passed him a glass of whiskey, which he accepted with a nod of thanks. After taking a long sip, he glanced behind him, and only then did he notice Dora, sitting in the back of the tavern. He stared at her for a full second before glancing down at his lap. Fuck.

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tough_tonks
2008-11-18 01:25 am UTC (link)

Of course, Tonks noticed him the moment he came in. Nymphadora was paranoid enough these days not to miss anything, really. Friendly or foe walking in that tavern door and she was going to make an evaluation before she went back to her tea. Of course, when the door opened, he was the last figure she expected to see. Part of her hoped maybe one of the Weasleys or at least a familiar order face, but not that familiar one.

Still, she wasn't a wilting, blushing flower. She could have looked down and away, she could have hidden her eyes and pretended he didn't exist. But that wasn't very Nymphadora Tonks and it certainly wasn't Nymphadora Lupin. So, as he stared at her for full second, she stared right back. Quite, harsh, daring him to come over. Daring him to confront the issues between them.

For her part, she looked almost as rough and ragged as he did, and that was a rarity. Even if she wasn't feeling well, she normally had a brightness and youth about her which few could match. Her pink hair was always attributing to such a quality. But tonight her hair was it's true mousy brown. Dark circles rested beneath her bloodshot eyes and her face looked more ashen than blushing and well. She still didn't look away. She waited for his response to her gaze.