Of All that Remains {Liam}

[nymphadoratonks]

ADDING UP TO MAKE A WORK OF ART,
FIRST OF ALL YOU NEED A GOOD FOUNDATION,
OTHERWISE IT'S RISKY FROM THE START.
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Ever since the battle of Hogsmeade, Tonks had been more swamped with work than she had been in previous weeks. She had to fill out accident reports, summary’s, questionnaires. She even had to be examined at St. Mungo’s before she was allowed to go into work. The ministry sure didn’t want any injured Auror on their hands, and they made sure that she was fine. By the time that chaos was all over, she was ready to head home. However, the Auror office had another idea in mind. Because of the severe damage done in Hogsmeade, all Auror’s that were not going to be sent out on a mission of some sort today were going to be sent to Hogsmeade. Tonks was, unfortunately, one of those people.

Now, given any normal circumstances, no one would let Tonks help clean up anything, let alone help rebuild. She had a hard time with the simplest of spells, though the most advanced ones came to her easier. Most people knew how rubbish Tonks was with them. The Order, especially, seemed keen to keep her from attempting to clean anything after meetings for fear of the damage that she would do. Tonks reassured herself that she wasn’t as horrible at cleaning and cooking as everyone pinned her to be… Who was she kidding? She knew just how bad she was and she hated it. Well, today seemed like it would be a good way to improve on those house hold skills.

She pulled on her red work coat over her white t-shirt and blue skinny jeans, preparing to leave the Auror office. She made her way to the chimney, grabbed a bit of Floo powder, and stepped inside the fireplace. “Hogsmeade Village,” she said loudly and clearly, dropping the floo powder. A green fire ignited at her feet, and suddenly the room was gone. Spinning colors and shapes made Tonks feel dizzy as she was transported to one of the buildings in Hogsmeade that was still left somewhat standing with very minimal damage. She squeaked when she felt her feet hit the floor with a loud thud. Any normal person would have been fine with the landing, as traveling by floo wasn’t too difficult. Not Tonks. She stumbled out of the fire place, head still spinning. She took a breath as she attempted to catch her balance. However, she didn’t and managed to fall flat on her face, scratching her chin a little bit on the ground when she hit the floor.

Pushing herself up onto her knees, her hands reached for some tissues that she knew she had in her pocket. Her chin was bleeding a little, she could feel it. Once she found the tissue, she dabbed her chin with it and stumbled out of the dusty store. As she walked towards the Three Broomsticks, where she decided she would help since that’s where she was during the battle, she brushed the dust off of her clothes and short, mousey brown hair. Her appearance looked much more ill than normal. However, she didn’t give it much thought because by the end of her shift she was expecting to look ten times worst.

Once she made it to the pub- that could hardly be recognized anymore- Tonks threw away the bloodied tissue and made her way inside. There was obviously some effort made to tidy up the place before the building was to be done. She shivered as she looked around, her mind recalling that day. The flames, Eirian and Rosmerta, the screams that echoed through the village… Her mind replayed what she had seen in her head, and her jaw clenched at the memories. She would have done anything to forget that day.

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Of all that remains,
I see what I want to see.
It looks like the remains of our friendship.

TAG. Mr. Liam
WORDS. 631
PLACE. The Three Broomsticks
SONG. Putting it Together- Sunday in the Park with George
NOTES. None <3
CREDITS. ALL OF THE TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY jurate OF CAUTION 2.0.