Re: 820-ish
Who could miss that hair as it flitted around the carnival? In the land of all things once vibrant it was hard to miss a firecracker like Nymphadora Tonks. The Management crossed his arms, watching for a little while as she crisscrossed aisles looking for someone; though perhaps not him. Another pass and he'd call out, "Nymphadora." Well, that ought to get a rise out of her.