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Dora Tonks is (polymorphic) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

820-ish
After having completed the survey, the witch was up and about. There were a plethora of things to get done today and she wanted to waste little time in dealing with these berks.

So, unheeding of wet hair and clothes, Tonks was making her way toward one of the drop off points. The carnival. Maybe she'd be able to catch the Doctor here as well and check up on how he was doing, see if he needed anything while she was out and about.

There would be no Doctor to be found, but instead just the distinct lack of rain. It was like Eeyore, but reverse. Odd. With her journal and the broken wand in her back pocket, Tonks looked at the watch on her wrist. She was late, but that was what they got for being such asses. Boots scuffled along, nearly causing her to trip over a slightly untied shoelace. Needed to tie those. But she wanted to find out where to go first. Tonks was sort of anxious to put a face to them.

What was with the watches, anyway?