Application for Nymphadora Tonks

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((HERE THAR BE SPOILERS FOR DEATHLY HALLOWS

Also, in Tonks's journal as well. PLEASE DO NOT TOUCH HER IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THE BOOK AND DON'T WANT TO BE SPOILED, I will feel really freaking bad.))



With a flash of green, Tonks felt the life being sucked out of her, and everything went black. She didn't even feel her body hit the ground. It seemed like ages and forever but also no time at all when she opened her eyes again - Well, she wasn't expecting that. When she opened her eyes, she was standing outside, and there was... A mouse?

Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"

Tonks hesitates, completely unsure of what's going on, and adopts a defensive sort of stance. She had just been hit by Avada Kedavra, hadn't she? "...Tonks. Just. Tonks."

"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.

She knew it was something sinister. Tonks frowns. "To protect people, to fight against You-Know-Who. What the hell is this?"

"'What is the average w..?'" Mickey frowns down at the notebook. "You know, I don't really see why that's important." He flips a page. "'If you could be granted three wishes, what would they be?'"

Wha... Tonks raises an eyebrow, her stance loosening just a bit. "...Three wishes?"

...Oh, Hell. The afterlife isn't ruled by Mickey Mouse, is it?

"That'd be that You-Know-Who was completely gone," Tonks begins tentatively. After a moment, she continues. "To bring back everyone he's killed... And..." Tonks smiles slightly at this, though sadly. "Make it so that Remus isn't or wasn't a werewolf... So things might be easier for him."

"Or," the Cat says, examining its tail with interest, "if you were a genie and someone you were trying to give three wishes to was trying to trick you into giving him more, what would you say?"

The lack of attacks so far is comforting (not to mention the fact that that huge ugly mouse is a muggle invention, and therefore probably not being used by Death Eaters), and though she doesn't completely let her guard down, Tonks answers this one far more easily. "I'd tell him, 'Hey, three wishes or no wishes! It's up to you.'"

Mickey looks rather nonplussed at the next, but reads, "'When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?'"

Tonks tenses immediately. Revolution. "The only revolution will be what we're doing now, and I have full faith in everyone fighting that there won't need to be another."

The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"

Okay, what? First 'your quest', then wishes, then talk of a revolution and now chocolate? ...Dementors! "Milk and dark are the only ones that are actually chocolate, so white won't work, will it? I figured you'd know that. Why, lost control?"

"'Choose the two coolest: robots, pirates, fairies, bears, ninjas, monkeys, vampires, or humans,'" says Mickey, giggling a bit as he goes through the list. "'Explain.'"

"Er..." Tonks reaches up and ruffles her own hair as it goes through a couple shades of green. She pauses, throws her hand down, and glares at the mouse. "Alright, damn it! Enough with the ridiculous questions, what is going on?!

"Great!" Mickey flips through the blank pages of the notebook at top, cartoon-y speed. "Well, I think that's just about it! Oh, and I'm supposed to ask, 'for your safety: are you carrying anything sharp?'"

No, I don't carry sharp things, I'm too clumsy. "Listen, mouse, I don't know what I'm doing here, but I can tell you my wand is more dangerous than anything sharp I might have on my person."

((OOC: She's taken directly after her death - As in, seconds after.))

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[snitchnicker.livejournal.com]

James took her hand. "Well, I'm certainly not dead, and I don't think I should be dying for a while yet, from what I can gather from Sirius," he said. "I've got at least another month on me." He shot her a winning smile. "There are plenty of people here who aren't dead. It's nice to meet you, Tonks, was it?"

[mummychameleon.livejournal.com]

"That's right," she said, smiling back. James was a pretty funny guy. "So this isn't some sort of Hell populated by giant mice?"

[snitchnicker.livejournal.com]

"Just the one," James said, then dropped his voice into a whisper. "Be careful though. He kills people."

[mummychameleon.livejournal.com]

Tonks's eyes widened. "What?! Really?!" She glanced over her shoulder. She didn't remember that part when his face was plastered all over all kinds of crappy muggle merchandise.

[snitchnicker.livejournal.com]

"Really," James said, looking grave. "People have been going missing, and I discovered that Mickey's behind it. I narrowly escaped with my life..."

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Tonks eyed the giant mouse for a moment before looking back at James. "...Are you sure?"

[snitchnicker.livejournal.com]

"Positive," James says, also shooting a sideways glance at Mickey. "Watch your back. He might look cheerful and innocent now, but you should see him when he's angry."

[mummychameleon.livejournal.com]

"Right. Why didn't Sirius mention it, then?"

[snitchnicker.livejournal.com]

"He doesn't like to worry newcomers when the first show up," James said. "If you ask him now, he'd tell you all about it." He was confident that Sirius would go along with him. They were partners in crime, after all. They'd been doing this sort of stuff to first years since they're second year.

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"I'll be sure to do that, then..." Tonks grinned. "I'm still not sure I believe you, though."

[snitchnicker.livejournal.com]

James continued looking sober. "No one ever does," he said. "Until it's too late."

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That did it. Tonks began to laugh. "You're so serious."

[snitchnicker.livejournal.com]

"No," James said, his expression still grave. "I'm James. I'm much better looking."

He tried to keep himself looking serious, but couldn't stop himself from breaking out into a grin. At least he was holding back the laughs. 'Serious' was not a word usually attributed to him. Trying to keep his voice serious, if not his facial expression, he continued. "It's hard to continue laughing and being carefree when you're living in fear for your life day after day, the threat of the cartoon muggle-mouse looming over your head all the time. It's been a wonder I can even sleep at night."

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Tonks laughed even harder, covering her mouth. She gave him a wide grin in return when the giggles subsided. "Oh, I'm so sure," she said, patting his shoulder. "You brave, brave young man."

[snitchnicker.livejournal.com]

James frowned at Tonks. "Hey," he said. "I can't be any younger than you. In fact, I bet I'm older. What year were you born?"