tentatherapist liked this
A grin and a shake of the head accompany a loud scoff
which ( very ungracefully ) tumbles from Tonks’ lips. The sight is
a funny one, and, even as she rushes to help the girl she can't
quite bite back the laugh bubbling up from her chest.
❝ Here let me—- uh, help you with that. ❞
apracticalperfection liked this
Munching on the apple she had grabbed from the kitchens ( the House Elves are very accommodating ) she plunks down upon a bench in the library, pulling out parchment and quill to get started on an essay for Mcgonagall. Madame Pince shuffles by, and Tonks quickly stashes the forbidden fruit until the woman’s out of sight, recommencing her mid-afternoon snack with a flourish. It’s only then that she notices the Ravenclaw perched at the other end of the table. After a swift glance to make sure no teachers or the like are around, she winks, her hair quickly brightening to a vibrant shade of red, much like the skin of the apple she’s about to take another bite out of.
❝ Wotcher! ❞
