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If there had been a vote about being a townsperson, Tonks (and every other person here) demanded a recount! She gave him another flat look, annoyance easily taking front seat to any feelings of fear that might be kicking around. "Try being eleven and having people calling you that." Not fun.
She watched him eat the apple, idly reminded of some story or another that she had read. But she couldn't remember which one. Probably one with a devil or trickster character. She was pulling out her journal then, to tear out her survey page. "What's the point of this? Not just the survey, but keepin' us all here at all." Sometimes Tonks just didn't know how to beat around a bush.