Entry for "Arithmancy" at "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Challenges and Assignments)"

Task: I would like you to write about someone who is not a main character. A character you feel is underused and underrated.

Min 500 words

Entry for "Guess The Name of the Reindeer" at "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Challenges and Assignments)"

Nymphadora Tonks

Wow, my first fanfiction in First Person... I hope you all like it, I would be very happy to read your opinion :)

I have always loved festivities, especially New Years Eve – the drinks that always make me so wonderfully tipsy (even though I am sure that nobody appreciates that my clumsiness doubles when I am drunk), the delicious food, the fireworks...

But this year, I was less cheerful then I used to be.

Something was dragging me down and made me feel sad. I tried to hide it from the others, but I knew that some of them were already wondering what was going on if they saw how my hair colour lost its cheerful pink and turned brown.

They did not know what the reason was, how could they, I was very silent about that.

But I of course knew what had caused the weight that seemed to press my shoulders down.

There seemed to be something like a wall between me and the rest of the people standing on the rooftop of Grimmauld Place to watch how the sky above London was filled with the colourful fireworks.

But tonight, I did not see the colours, the sparks.

I only saw him.

My eyes grazed his features like they had did so many times before, memorising every single line that ran across his face and it was as if I only adored them more as I thought about how he had told me that he was not the right man for me, that I could find someone younger and better.

Why couldn't he see how much I felt for him, how much he meant to me, even after telling him about a thousand times?!

It seemed to be his opinion that someone like him was not allowed to love, to find happiness and that made me feel angry – he was intelligent, but still a fool! How sick I was of hearing ever the same arguments from him!

Too old... since when did adult wizards care about age at all?!

Too poor... If love would care about galleons, we would have a big problem in the world, in my opinion.

Too dangerous. Of course, I could understand that, even though Remus was a nice, skilled man, after all, he still was a werewolf.

But still I somehow found myself insulted, as to me, his statement seemed to indicate that I was not able to handle danger. As an auror, I was quite familiar with danger, threatening situations were my job!

And how could he refuse himself something beautiful as love? I knew he was feeling it too and how I wished I could go over to him to just kiss him, feeling the fireworks explode inside of me...

But he would not let this happen. He would shove me away again, gently, but it would still feel harsh.

I try to keep my cheerful façade up as everybody hugs to wish each other a happy new year, wanting to hide from my friends how hurt I feel, as if one of the fireworks had hit and burned me, leaving stinging marks.

All that was left was my hope – the hope that one day, Remus would realise that I could handle his problems, because love would give me strength.