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Post by Administrator on Aug 3, 2007 20:35:18 GMT -5
The basement floor is a kitchen with rough-hewn walls, a large fireplace, and a large table with lots of chairs. There is a dresser where utensils and plates are kept.
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Post by Nymphadora Tonks on Aug 23, 2008 14:24:08 GMT -5
The fireplace gave no light, and the oven no warmth. Tonks slunk up to the table, and drooped into one of the chairs, kicking her legs up onto the table and crossing them. Her arms hung loose at her sides. Her hair, a dull shade of plum cast even more gray by the dark, fell over the backboard as she frowned at the ceiling. She took a deep breath and sighed. She was quite used to tripping up on things, including plans and ideas, but lately, it seemed like everything she tried to do blew up in her face; sometimes literally. She made little progress capturing her targets as an Auror. Kiana, Bella, Voldemort. She wasn't able to protect her friends. Sirius, Ember. She couldn't find the words to have the longing call in her heart returned. Remus. She'd even been careless in a charged situation and failed to spread her typical warmth and joy. Regulus.
After a few minutes of well-spent brooding, she reached under her robes. Her hand emerged holding a clear rubber ball, the middle of which contained a mechanical looking object. She had found it one day, digging in a box of discount Muggle objects at Zonko's, and carried it with her ever since. She threw the object at the wall, the impact of which triggered the mechanism inside to start flashing neon blue, yellow, red and green in random patterns. It bounced back from the wall, onto the table and returned to her hand. She continued this little circuit, watching the bright and lively colors dance in the dark with an entranced stare. 'Of course there's still good in the world!' she had told Remus. Like the love of family. The Weasley's. Like the wisdom, guidance and encouragement of true protectors. Moody, Dumbledore. Like bravery and willpower. Harry. Like concern and hard work. Artemis, Camille. Like hope for the future. Hermione, Ginny, Luna.
She grinned, continuing to relax on the table and play with her favorite toy.
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