Log; Ongoing

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When; September 24th
Rating; G, PG at absolute most
Characters; Tonks changeisgood_4u and Hermione by leviosa_spell
Summary; Hermione comes over and talks with Tonks.
Log;

Though Tonks couldn’t call it a mess, her apartment wasn’t yet at the level of cleanliness needed to entertain guests, and so she scurried around her apartment, sweeping things under the rug. The magazines, trinkets and other detritus where thrown in a slapdash fashion into the closet, while the random articles of clothing acquired where stuffed into her dresser. When that was filled, she feared they would soon be kicked under her bed. It wasn’t really her fault she had so much stuff, she reasoned, it was just too easy to get things here.

Rushing back to the kitchen, she shoved Baldwin, her cat, off of the table before setting it. The pseudo-china plates she had purchased in her time here where placed meticulously on the table, over top of low-quality (but shiny) place mats. Her cat stared up at her indignantly, angered at coming second to plates and utensils.

“It’s bad manners to sit on tables,” she said to it. In recent days she had come into the habit of talking to the creature, a practice no doubt born of her own loneliness.

The cat, of course, answered none at all, and simply walked out of Tonks’ view. Tonks huffed, poured the tea, and wandered over to the mirror. What was Hermione’s favorite color? After some experimentation, Tonks realized that she could not remember, and left her hair streaked red and gold, Gryffindor colors.

She started towards the kitchen again, before falling on her face. Closer inspection revealed she had tripped (yet again) over Baldwin.

“You have a revenge streak, don’t ya?”

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Hermione stood in the hallway outside Tonks' apartment, the small flicker of doubt of whether or not she had found the right residence quickly vanishing when she heard the older witch's voice, sounding quite incensed. Eyebrow quirking at the mention of a revenge streak, Hermione walked towards the door and gave a firm knock.

"Tonks? Are you okay?"

The younger witch knew that Tonks had many things on her mind at the moment, and to be truthful, she was rather concerned about what would be discussed during the visit. Nevertheless, Hermione wasn't the type to back out of a meeting with a friend simply due to uncertainty, so she did her best to put on a smile as a greeting.

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With a bit of a stumble, Tonks raised herself from the ground. The cat, still admiring its handiwork, was scooped into Tonks’ arms before she made her way to the door. A squeak was uttered from it in protest, but after that it seemed to give up the fight in favor of a free ride.

“Hermione? Yeah, it’s me, hold on a second...” in a one-handed sweep, she shoveled the last of her trinkets into the hall closet before opening the door, “Hey, Hermione, manage to find me okay?”

The cat mewed as to vociferate its being overlooked.

“...and this is Baldwin.”

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Stifling a light laugh at the sound of Tonks rummaging around--Hermione assumed some last-minute cleaning was going on--the young witch waited at the door politely, knowing that she was fully capable of unlocking it if she so desired, but not wanting to intrude. Then again, considering the fact that Tonks was resorting to Muggle methods for her cleaning was rather disconcerting. Clearly, something had occured that severely shook the older witch's nerves.

However, Hermione quickly wiped those thoughts away as the door opened, revealing Tonks with brightly colored hair--which was a relief, since it meant that she was not completely thrown off, at least. Her gaze turned towards the cat in Tonks' arms, and Hermione immediately proceeded to gush, petting the small animal's head.

"Oh, he's adorable!"

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Tonks smiled. She was happy to see Hermione here. With a bit of a tired huff, she replied, “I’m glad you think so,”

About then a ding sounded from the kitchen. Tonks turned her head around to the source of the noise, the swift movement causing the cat, still in her arms, to give a yelp of surprise.

“Ah, the toast’s ready. D’you like toast?” Tonks hoped she did. It was one of the things she could make without burning. Since she had gotten to the city, her magic had been working oddly. She was lonely, she missed Remus- her Remus, not a confused teen- and her family, the order and everyone she had known. Though she had some friends here, it was still hard. Since the last curse, she now felt the urging need to seem unaffected, to keep her head up for the sake of Hermione, who had admitted to looking up to her. In short, Tonks was wearing short, and becoming depressed. She could still morph if she chose, but larger scale changes where hard for her, she was mostly sticking to messing with her hair. Minor charms where completely lost to her.

Baldwin interrupted Tonks’ train of thought with a whining yowl.

“That means he likes toast,” She said, before leading Hermione inside.

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"A-ah, toast would be lovely, thank you."

Hermione wasn't exactly sure what to do, eyeing the mess around the apartment, but also gazing worriedly at Tonks' expression, which seemed rather fragile despite the appearance of exuberance. What was going on? How was she feeling? It was dangerous territory; Hermione didn't want to pry so far that the pressure would be overwhelming for the older witch, but she didn't want to leave it unattended either.

It was always hard when the solutions couldn't be found in books.

Nevertheless, Hermione decided that for now, she'd let it rest while she decided on a proper plan of action.

"Need help?"