Nymphadora Tonks was a formidable witch. She joined the Auror academy, and began to rise through the ranks quickly enough. The Black family, as a whole, was good at exotic kinds of magic. It was a pity that most of them turned out badly. Tonks was good at magical combat. However her auror partner never understood Tonks' career choice, given her unique capabilities, and features.

BANG!

Spells were flying haphazardly in the street.

"Duck!" cried Tonks at her partner.

Nancy ducked just in time to avoid purple-coloured curse which smashed a statue behind her.

Tonks was already drained of most of her magic. She realized that the wizard they'd been sent to question had been downplaying his abilities. She had a swelled lip, a cut in the knee, and her energy was rapidly deteriorating. Nancy wasn't much better either.

Tonks decided to use her last resort. She pulled out something small, like a tiny fleshy rod which was irregularly-cylindrical. A very small logo had been branded onto the flesh like rod. Below the logo, were written the words...Toujours pur

Tonks brandished the object in front of the wizard, and incantated Sanguinis cocksupitus!

Immediately energy emanated from the rod with a greenish haze, and stayed for a moment, becoming brighter and brighter. The wizard seemed to falter as he had an inkling of what this unearthly energy was, but he was unable to apparate, because of his own anti-apparition wards, which he had cast to prevent the auror-duo from chickening was, after all, a wannabe dark lord. He cast the strongest shield that he knew of, and was ready.

There was a noise like a thunderclap, and the wizard fell. Tonks signalled to her partner that it was safe to approach. Nancy approached the fallen wizard cautiously, and stunned him once just to be sure. She was surprised to see that he was physically intact. She turned to Tonks.

"What the hell was that?"

"Just a souvenir...a useful one at that." said Tonks looking at the tiny rod, which was slightly disturbing in appearance. "I'd prefer it if you didn't mention this object to anyone." Aurors were required to report any active magical objects that they came to possess.

Nancy nodded, looking at it."It looks like a..."

"Yeah, I know, I know... I enchanted it after all." said Tonks, as her mind delved into how she acquired it.

Nymphadora Tonks was a cheerful, active woman. She didn't hesitate to follow her dreams wherever it lead her. When Tonks was born, the Black family patriarch woefully regretted that he had disowned Andromeda. Nymphadora Tonks was a metamorphmagus. She could turn into anyone and everyone she wanted to, irrespective of their age or gender, as soon as she reached her full metamorph capacity, which would usually occur at age sixteen. She wanted badly to become a great actor in a play. She had a major advantage: being a metamorphmagus. Therefore, she decided to try her hand in an audition.

'Good morning, ' said the man with the mole on his cheek, without even looking up at her from the book that he was reading. He looked about 40-ish.

'Good morning, '

He adjusted his glasses, and looked at her critically, for a moment or two. Then he put down his book and smiled at her. She coouldn't quite make out the title of the book, since it was bound with a leather cover on top of the hardback cover, obscuring the title on the hardback cover.

'I am pleased to say that you have the looks for this job, since that is what most actors struggle with. However that's only a start...albeit a very good start. So, tell me more...what other skills do you possess?' asked the bald man. He didn't quite realize that by asking about "other skills", he had counted her appearance as a skill. Tonks didn't seem to grasp that point either. She was already nervous enough as it was, so she was quite pleased with the compliment, and started talking in a slightly relaxed manner.

'I can dance very well. I'm not good at singing, although I've been told that I have a pleasant voice. I have acted in plays during my school days at Hogwarts...' she trailed off, hoping for an exclamation from him. Hogwarts was the premier magical school in the wizarding world, not so much for the curriculum, but for the legends that spawned due to the often insane and impossible events that happened in the school grounds.

But the man simply treated it as nothing spectacular, and so she continued. 'I am a metamorphmagus'.

The fat man suddenly looked alert, as though he had been doused with cold water. The dreamy look in his eyes and the patronizing tone in his voice vanished. 'Wonderful!' he clapped. He stepped back to his cabinet, and took a few muggle photographs and gave them to her.

'Can you transform into these people?' he asked huskily. She obliged the request. He was gobsmacked, and made a weird whimpering noise.

Finally, he stood. 'I'm very impressed with your credentials, . I would be glad to have you in my team. I will give you the script today. We will start training tomorrow.'

She was thrilled with joy! 'But before that...I need you to do something for me, and finally sign the contract.' She nodded.

'Did you recognize the significance of where you're sitting?' She was puzzled. She looked at her surroundings for a few moments.

'I don't quite understand'

'No worries. Just describe your seat and the room'

'I'm sitting in a black couch, which is strangely big enough for two people to stretch their legs. And we're in a white room'

'So, do you get what I want you do?' asked the man. Tonks responded in the negative. Alright, I'm gonna give you a moving picture made by muggles. It's for a similar interview like this. That'll help you understand'

He beckoned her to his computer and showed her.

...

She finished watching it.

'Now, I'm sure that you would have understood. So, a few ground rules...In the first activity, I shouldn't feel any teeth. Make it as smooth as possible. Oh, and first you need to gargle with magical sterilizer. I don't need any germs affecting my nether regions. The first activity will be on your knees on the ground; the second one will be on the couch...You can practice with a banana first, its no biggie...Now go do the gargling and get b...'

'Stupefy' cried Nymphadora. The man sunk down.

She hadn't felt rage like this in a long time. She went over to his desk with the intention of destroying all in his office, but stopped suddenly. There was a faint glow emitting from the inner side of his glasses where they had fallen. She decided to see what it was. She put on the glasses to check if she had triggered some protective magic on his part.

It seemed like a normal glass. There was nothing out of the ordinary. The wizarding world hadn't yet figured how to fix eyesight magically. But then she realized something strange. She didn't have any eye defects like myopia, so why didn't the corrective spectacles make her sight distorted?

She looked back and then screamed. The man was totally naked, and she had come within direct view of his pulsating plumbus. She took off her glass, as though it had turned into a snake and bitten her. She calmed herself. When she looked back, he was clothed again. It puzzled her for not more than a few seconds

With cold anger, she realized that the glass was not meant to correct eyesight. And judging from the state of his hairy equipment and tubing, she understood why his eyes had been roving up and and down her body even though her attire was too conservative to reveal anything. The clothing hadn't made a difference.

She snapped.

The ritual was complete. She had successfully extracted the rod with great skill, and turned it into an eldritch weapon. All she had to now was wash off the blood. She looked once more at the pulsating rod (By nature, it should no longer pulsate after removal, but there was still some residual magic left). I was a shame, really, she thought...That such a robust thing should belong to a creep. Well...atleast she got something out of it. And then she set his office ablaze, and walked out.

The next morning, the neighbours caled the aurors. Everything there was burnt to a crisp. There was only a small book that remained unharmed. It was the book that the man had been reading, titled Guide to Constructive Cockbuilding

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