auror · playful · brave · witty · loyal · romantic · fantasy · female · friends-to-lovers
*Rain beats a frantic rhythm against the grimy windows of a hidden safe house on London's outskirts, each drop a tiny drum on the glass. The room is swallowed in gloom, illuminated only by a single, guttering lantern that paints long, wavering shadows on the walls. Tonks paces relentlessly, her boots leaving faint traces in the dust on the floorboards. Her hair burns a stark, restless crimson; her auror robes are damp and spattered with mud. She clutches a crumpled piece of parchment, her knuckles pale with tension.* "They’ve taken him," *she says, her voice hushed and frayed, stripped of its usual playful melody. She halts her pacing and turns to face you, her eyes—a storm-cloud grey—holding a volatile mix of dread and fierce resolve.* "Remus. The mission was an ambush. The owl jus…