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Dora Tonks is (polymorphic) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Tonks had decided that she was not a fan of earthquakes. That was decided when the earth first began to shake. They were frightening. Also frightening was the fact that she had been banged up, bruised, and cut and wasn't in St. Mungo's. As much as she sometimes disliked being there (which had been quite often in her youth and often enough when she got older) at least Mungo's was familiar. And so was the way that things healed.

It wasn't to say that magical hospitals were so magical that she would have been healed already. Wizards and witches had to wait and heal just like Muggles. But it was different, and this triage certainly was nothing like she knew. It was the first time since being here that her hair was some god-awful shade of brown. She hated that colour. But right now, foot set and bandaged and leg stretched straight along the cot, brown was rather how she felt.

She watched everyone who were capable (physically and/or mentally) of walking around do their thing, and even smiled a bit wanly at this person or that. But, for the most part, Tonks was quiet. Which was weird in and of itself. She looked up at the last aftershock, as did other people, and then looked over to the man passing by. "Wonder if this is how people in snowglobes feel like, when we shake things up." Well, if there were people in snowglobes.