Eggs On Toast
Chapter One ..... Disbelieving
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Tonks Apparated into a very neat and surely prizewinning garden. Luscious green grass, twittering birds at feeders and birdbaths, a surplus of marigolds and various other flowers, and golden light from the impending dusk spreading warmly across the sky.
Tonks herself had just returned from a party, and she had dressed specially for it. Pink spiky hair, tight black top, silver nose ring, baggy shorts ripped in the knee, green and white striped trouser socks. The echo of the booming music of minutes before was still ringing through her ears, when she heard a door creak open.
"Shit!" she said under her breath and squeezed her eyes tightly shut. Seconds later, she was in a very modest, black wizard's robe, and her hair was a light brown, tied in a ponytail at the back of her head. She looked up to the raised patio and smiled.
"Hello, Mother!" she said jovially. Her head was spinning.
'Too much to drink, I suppose,' thought Tonks, and looked back up at Andromeda, her stern faced mother, whom was looking more and more like a bird of prey preparing to strike.
"Overtime at the Ministry, Nymphadora? Extra training with Alastor, perhaps?" inquired Tonks' mother.
Tonks took up the opportunity, "Yes, Mother. A couple new tactics, working on... you know, Auror stuff. Really important."
"Of course, dear," her mother replied dryly. "And that's why you're wearing a nose ring?"
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Andromeda Tonks sat opposite her daughter at the kitchen table, legs crossed. Tonks' head was on the table. It ached.
"Too much to drink again, Nymphadora? I wish you'd stop going to these parties. You do know they spike the butterbeer, don't you?"
Tonks felt like rolling her eyes, but did not have the energy to do so. "Yeah mum, I do know they spike the butterbeer. It's not a secret."
Andromeda drummed her fingers on the table. "Well then, why do you drink it?"
Tonks felt like rolling her eyes again, but kept them shut, to keep out the awful sunlight.
Andromeda continued, "I just don't get the point of these things. Why would anyone want to go and dance to that... music, if you can call it that, drink gallons of butterbeer, and... fire- whiskey? May I repeat, Nymphadora. Why!?
Tonks moaned, "Mum, can you just, um... be quiet for a while? Oh Merlin, my head... Can't you make a potion?"
Andromeda looked at her daughter for an instant. " They're very difficult to brew, and it's your own fault. Make your own potion."
"Mum. You know I can hardly make a potion to save my own skin, let alone an aching head."
"You did pass your N.E.W.T. Potions class, dear. You can't be that bad. And these parties: Do they give you anything to eat? And it's not as if you do anything useful at these parties. I mean, you still haven't a boy yet, have you?"
Tonks attempted to sit up, which resulted only in a slouch.
"Mum," she croaked. "I thought we agreed we weren't talking about that subject."
"Which subject dear?" Andromeda's voice inquired.
"That subject. Boys. Men. Males. I don't need one, don't want one. I don't go to parties to hook up with men. Orright?"
Tonks went back to putting her head on the table while her mother sighed. "Fine, dear. It's just that I think..."
Tonks pulled her wand out of her robe and Disapparated.