Who: Alicia Spinnet, Nymphadora Tonks, any friends who might drop in Where: Tonks' secret flat in south muggle London When: November 27th, middle evening What: Tonks and Alicia make very good friends with a bottle of firewhiskey or three! Rating: Oh, PG 13 at least to start!
Tonks could barely afford the rent on her tiny muggle box of a studio flat in the southern heart of downtown London, but thanks to some muggle funds her father had left her, she had managed. Who knew how long she'd keep it up. For now, though, it was a refuge of privacy, warmth and escape from the dangers of the wizarding world. From the dangers of being undercover and on the run. From the dangers of simply being alive in a time like these days. So she'd locked herself inside, the address only known to a few people, and waited. Unlike her note in the journals, she hadn't actually started drinking yet. She was too worried about her friend to greet Alicia in a non-clear frame of mind.
The inside of her flat was a single room with a loo. She had a couch that flattened down into a bed but considering her love life was perpetually single, she usually slept with it upright. Comfortable and wildly mismatched rugs covered the entire floor to go along with her mismatching coffee table and two sofa chairs. There was a small baseboard heater and an amazing muggle invention called a 'radio' which her father had taught her to use. Last but not least, the walls were covered in Weird Sister posters and one strange, black and white painted photo of some band named 'Kiss'.
Tonks herself was in her rattiest old Weird Sisters teeshirt with holes all down the side and a pair of sweats. This was a night about relaxing and feeling good, not looking good. She'd lined two shotglasses up on her coffee table with the full bottle of fire whiskey between them. There were also chocolate bars and a whole pint of ice cream stuck in the ice box. She thought she had everything put together.