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starduchess) wrote2011-12-02 03:04 pm
starduchess) wrote2011-12-02 03:04 pm
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Decorating with Mischief
Title: Decorating with Mischief
Author: starduchess
Pairings: Tonks/Ginny
Rating: G
Word Count: 592
Warnings: none
Summary: Tonks wants to cause some mischief at a holiday gathering. She finds the perfect opportunity with the youngest Weasley.
A/N: post-war. Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
daisychain_drab Round 4.
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Tonks surveyed the party atmosphere, eager for some holiday fun. She spotted the Weasley twins already engaged in conspiratorial mischief. They noticed her watching and sobered up, until she gave them a grin and a wink to let them know she was off-duty. They grinned back.
A band was playing holiday tunes on the small stage, inviting anyone to come up and sing with them. Harry and Ron had already gone up and made complete fools of themselves, while her boss Kingsley sang a beautiful version of “All Is Well,” so apropos for this post-Voldemortian celebration.
The hall was decorated with bright fairy lights and dancing Christmas trees. Collections for the Potter Conservatory for Orphaned Children were well under way, with both gifts and monetary donations accepted. The food and alcohol flowed like there was no tomorrow. Mistletoe hung in select locations around the room, ensnaring unsuspecting witches and wizards.
Scanning the duller attendees who just mingled about in small conversations, she noticed one red-head in particular who appeared left out on the sidelines.
Sauntering up and smiling with mirth, she said, “Watcha, cutie?”
Ginny turned in her direction, saw who it was, and gave a small, tired smile. “Hiya, Tonks.”
“What’s with the gloomy face? This is supposed to be a party -- the war’s over an’ all that.”
Ginny rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I know. I just haven’t been in the mood. School’s boring and there’s nothing to do at home, except listen to Mum preen over all the social invitations we’ve received as stylish war heroes.” This last was said with a flourish of her hand in a big arc, champagne sloshing back and forth.
Tonks shrugged her shoulders. “I suppose the excitement and fear is over, with the loss of adrenaline an’ all. ‘Course, in my job there’s always bound to be a wizard or two causin’ trouble. Hang on! Mayhaps you could become an Auror after you take your N.E.W.T.s. I heard you were good in the battle.”
Ginny smiled. “Thanks. I was, I guess. It was pretty exhilarating. Scary, too, though.”
“Oh, sure, specially if it’s your first time.” Tonks got an odd look on her face, as if she was working something out, then her eyes cleared and another quirky smile emerged. “Speakin’ of first times, care to dance?”
Ginny blanched at the sudden question. “That’s a bit irregular, isn’t it?”
“‘Course not! There’re lots of people twistin’ out there,” she said, looking about the hall.
Ginny looked dubious. “I mean two women together.”
“Oh,” Tonks said, then shrugged again. “Never bothered me before. I’ve always ‘ad people starin’ at me, what with my metamorphmagus abilities an’ all.” She turned back to Ginny. “Whatcha say?”
She paused a moment, assessing, then set down her drink and offered her hand. “Why not? It might bring back a bit of excitement, particularly if they start flinging curses.” She smirked.
Tonks smiled wide. “That’s the spirit! Knew you ‘ad it in you.”
Taking Ginny’s hand, she escorted her out onto the dance floor, changing the colour of her dress to match Ginny’s hair and changing her own hair to match Ginny’s green dress. They looked like the perfect holiday decoration.
As the strains of “Ding! Dong! Merrily on High!” began, she could hear the astonished murmurs start up. Whispers and glares spread throughout the hall, the attention all directed at them. If possible, Tonks smiled even bigger. Oh, yes. This was going to be fun, for her and for the lovely Weasley in her arms.
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Author: starduchess
Pairings: Tonks/Ginny
Rating: G
Word Count: 592
Warnings: none
Summary: Tonks wants to cause some mischief at a holiday gathering. She finds the perfect opportunity with the youngest Weasley.
A/N: post-war. Written for
daisychain_drab Round 4.--
Tonks surveyed the party atmosphere, eager for some holiday fun. She spotted the Weasley twins already engaged in conspiratorial mischief. They noticed her watching and sobered up, until she gave them a grin and a wink to let them know she was off-duty. They grinned back.
A band was playing holiday tunes on the small stage, inviting anyone to come up and sing with them. Harry and Ron had already gone up and made complete fools of themselves, while her boss Kingsley sang a beautiful version of “All Is Well,” so apropos for this post-Voldemortian celebration.
The hall was decorated with bright fairy lights and dancing Christmas trees. Collections for the Potter Conservatory for Orphaned Children were well under way, with both gifts and monetary donations accepted. The food and alcohol flowed like there was no tomorrow. Mistletoe hung in select locations around the room, ensnaring unsuspecting witches and wizards.
Scanning the duller attendees who just mingled about in small conversations, she noticed one red-head in particular who appeared left out on the sidelines.
Sauntering up and smiling with mirth, she said, “Watcha, cutie?”
Ginny turned in her direction, saw who it was, and gave a small, tired smile. “Hiya, Tonks.”
“What’s with the gloomy face? This is supposed to be a party -- the war’s over an’ all that.”
Ginny rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I know. I just haven’t been in the mood. School’s boring and there’s nothing to do at home, except listen to Mum preen over all the social invitations we’ve received as stylish war heroes.” This last was said with a flourish of her hand in a big arc, champagne sloshing back and forth.
Tonks shrugged her shoulders. “I suppose the excitement and fear is over, with the loss of adrenaline an’ all. ‘Course, in my job there’s always bound to be a wizard or two causin’ trouble. Hang on! Mayhaps you could become an Auror after you take your N.E.W.T.s. I heard you were good in the battle.”
Ginny smiled. “Thanks. I was, I guess. It was pretty exhilarating. Scary, too, though.”
“Oh, sure, specially if it’s your first time.” Tonks got an odd look on her face, as if she was working something out, then her eyes cleared and another quirky smile emerged. “Speakin’ of first times, care to dance?”
Ginny blanched at the sudden question. “That’s a bit irregular, isn’t it?”
“‘Course not! There’re lots of people twistin’ out there,” she said, looking about the hall.
Ginny looked dubious. “I mean two women together.”
“Oh,” Tonks said, then shrugged again. “Never bothered me before. I’ve always ‘ad people starin’ at me, what with my metamorphmagus abilities an’ all.” She turned back to Ginny. “Whatcha say?”
She paused a moment, assessing, then set down her drink and offered her hand. “Why not? It might bring back a bit of excitement, particularly if they start flinging curses.” She smirked.
Tonks smiled wide. “That’s the spirit! Knew you ‘ad it in you.”
Taking Ginny’s hand, she escorted her out onto the dance floor, changing the colour of her dress to match Ginny’s hair and changing her own hair to match Ginny’s green dress. They looked like the perfect holiday decoration.
As the strains of “Ding! Dong! Merrily on High!” began, she could hear the astonished murmurs start up. Whispers and glares spread throughout the hall, the attention all directed at them. If possible, Tonks smiled even bigger. Oh, yes. This was going to be fun, for her and for the lovely Weasley in her arms.
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