Sexist Pigs Ruin My Day
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Sexist Pigs Ruin My Day
Tonks grinned, pumping out a triumphant fist. She had finally passed her Auror qualification exams. Tomorrow, she would get her own mini cubicle in the Ministry of Magic.
"Who to brag to, who to brag to?" Tonks pondered out loud.
Summoning her Patronus, a clumsy dog quite like herself, she said, "I just passed my Auror exams an hour ago. I'm supposed to arrive at the Ministry tomorrow. Wish me luck." she said, shivering again with delight. "Give the message to Mum, Dad and... that should be alright."
Her Patronus barked happily, wagged his tail, and soared out of the window, banging his shin on the windowsill.
Tonks frowned. The past four years, she had trained, and trained, and trained, straight from Hogwarts. She had lost touch with all of her old mates, and relatives, exempting her mum and dad.
"That could change now." She thought.
Tonks sighed. It was quite late, almost dusk. Her fellow trainees, and now employees, had left already. She was sitting in the exact position, slumped on the floor in the practice room, where she had collapsed after finally passing her Stealth exam.
Tonks stood up, and immediately winced. Both of her feet had fallen asleep. Tonks shuffled from foot to foot, as she tried to shake the blood back into her tingling feet. Giving up, she decided just to lean against the wall and limp to the door. She made it halfway, before her left leg suddenly cramped. Tonks cried out as she fell, flinging both of her arms out. She thudded on the floor. Wincing, she sat up and rubbed the scrapes on her knuckles. A sudden chuckle startled her, and Tonks looked up.
A pair of eyes bored into hers. At the sight of the infamous magical blue eye, Tonks quickly stood. She lurched forward, surprised again at her tingly feet. Mad-Eye Moody caught her, chuckling slightly. Tonks blushed, and straightened herself, taking a couple of steps backwards.
"Um... wotcher. Sorry 'bout that." mumbled Tonks, ducking her head.
She knew the reputation he had. The best- known of all Aurors, feared by most Dark wizards, he was, well, intimidating.
"That's alright." he said, in a deep gruff voice. "Though, no wonder you had trouble with the Stealth exam, if you're so clumsy." said Mad- Eye, in a voice not unkind at all.
Tonks smiled a little, unsure of herself. According to the Ministry gossip, Mad- Eye was supposed to be unsocial, stoic, and gruff. He certainly wouldn't look at her with a twinkle in his real eye, like he was doing so now.
"I failed the Stealth test every month for two years, until today. But I'm a Metamorphagus, so I passed the Disguise exam with a 110%." said Tonks, smiling.
Her ability to change her appearance at will was the one thing she was proud of.
Mad- Eye nodded a little. "Well, I look forward to working with you." he said, leaving the practice room without another word.
Tonks frowned slightly. She had thought that first year Aurors were trained by second year Aurors. And Mad- Eye was far from a second year Auror. Giving her head a quick shake, Tonks shrugged and walked out the doors. The cubicles were mostly empty, excepting some small pools of light where some employees worked frantically.
Tonks took the elevator down to the first floor, where she Apparated to her flat.
Stumbling from the swooping, pressing feeling, Tonks steadied herself against the front door and braced herself before unlocking the door. A wave of the smells of rotting pizzas and old clothes hit her. Tonks sighed at the mess. Towering stacks of pizza boxes and piles of smelly robes greeted her in her sitting room.
The sink was piled with dirty dishes, overflowing onto the counter, and from her position near the door, she could see that her bedroom was filled with clothes, tattered books, and discarded paperwork. Tonks sighed again. She locked the door with the usual enchantments, and pushed up her sleeves.
Starting with the sitting room, she waved her wand, thinking of a vacuum spell her mother used to use. Tonks groaned when all that happened was that the nearest pizza box twitched. She changed her hair into a short, red pixie cut, screwing her face in concentration. Now that her hair was out of the way, she leaned over, and heaved the smallest pile of pizza boxes into her arms. She lugged them outside to the Dumpster. She had to make thirteen trips to the Dumpster before her small flat was finally free of pizza boxes. Tonks tried the vacuum spell again. This time, it worked, clearing the dirt and dust from the frothy pink carpet.
Now that the floor was clean, she sat on her bright blue couch and stuffed the old Daily Prophets into a garbage bag. Vacuuming the small table, and then the couch, Tonks looked around the small sitting room, finally clean. She wiped her sweaty face with the end of her sleeve, and started to wash the dishes, speeding things along with a handy spell. She only broke four plates and a cup before she had cleaned the kitchen, wiping the small counter and the small refrigerator/fridge.
Tonks took a deep breath, arming herself with two new garbage bags, before venturing into her bedroom. She went on her hands and knees, collecting old written Auror exams, paperwork, and more Daily Prophets. She dragged the bulging bag to the door, where two other bags sat.
Returning to her bedroom, she vacuumed the floor and started the first load of laundry. Leaving the rest in a hamper, she made her small bed with her favorite bright pink sheets and comforter. She organized her small closet, hating every minute of it. She cleared the small nightstand and plugged in her lamp. Her bedroom was finally clean.
Tonks groaned when she realized that she had forgotten the bathroom. Opening the small door, she was assaulted by a strong, sweet smell. Her lotions were spilled over the sink, mixing together to create an array of bright, sweet- smelling colors. Her lavender soap was melting down in a puddle of water on the floor. Her matching lavender shampoo wasn't spilled, thankfully, but was covered in the spilled lotions on the counter. Her brush was lying face- down in the floor, dangerously near the soap puddle. The deep four-clawed bathroom was filled with two inches of murky water. Her oval mirror was dusty, with what looked like toothpaste smeared around the edges. Tonks shuddered.
She slipped off her shoes and vacuumed the water, picking up the soap and placing it on its little plate on the counter, wiping the lotions, and lining them up neatly next to the sink, and picking up her brush. She washed off her shampoo and placed it next to the soap. She unplugged the water and rinsed the bathtub. She wiped the mirror and looked at herself. Her hair was matted with sweat, and her brow was dirty with grime. Her knees were dripping and her clothes smelled horrible. Tonks sighed. She stripped, and took a long bath, making sure to add lots of bubbles. The pink bubbles lapped against her skin, soothing her. Tonks almost drifted off. She snapped awake with a nod, and drained the water. Shivering, she turned on the shower and rinsed. Drying herself with a fluffy pink towel, Tonks wrapped herself with it and padded to her room. She dressed in a purple pair of shorts and a black tank top.
She walked back to the bathroom, changing her hair to waist- length, and purple colored, with lots of curls. Tonks dried her hair with her wand, and brushed it. She tossed her trainers near the front door, amid the jumble of shoes. Finally able to rest, she drank a glass of water, looking out the window. It was pitch dark. Tonks looked at her watch. It was 1 am. Tonks sighed. She brushed her teeth and washed her face, applying her lotions. Slipping between the pink sheets, she pulled her familiar comforter over her shoulders. Before drifting off to sleep, she said a quick prayer to someone, anyone, that she wouldn't make a fool of herself tomorrow. Tonks set her alarm to six am, and abruptly dropped off into a blissful slumber.
Tonks woke to bright sunshine in her eyes. Yawning, she stretched and blinked quickly. Sitting up in the slightly chilly air, she checked her alarm. It was six thirty! She had thirty minutes!
Tonks stumbled out of bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She washed up in record speed, dressing in the plain, drab Ministry robes. But she perked up when she changed her purple hair to a short, wild, bright pink cut, her favorite. She made her nose straighter, her eyes a light brown, with a thin face. She then rushed out of her flat, pulling on her blue trainers. She allowed herself a quick breath before Apparating to the Ministry.
Immediately, she ran to the elevator, going up to the Auror floor. An old man was talking to three other first year Aurors in a small room by the time she arrived. Slipping in quietly, she managed to go unnoticed by the man, who was facing a screen, until she tripped on a chair and fell flat in her face. Ignoring the stings of pain, she sprang back up, mumbling her apologies to the man.
"Just what do you think you're doing?! You arrive late, make a scene, and try to apologize?! You should be ashamed! An Auror does not be late. He is always prepared, on time, and ready to go at a moment's notice! Shame on you!" he reprimanded, putting his nose in the air arrogantly.
Tonks blushed a brilliant red. She felt her hair change red as well. She had never been this humiliated, by a scorning old man and three other young men, snickering behind her back. Not that she was friends with any of them.
"That's enough!" exclaimed a familiar gruff voice.
Tonks turned, only to see Mad- Eye walking towards them, his robes billowing importantly around him.
He walked through the open door, and said,
"Wettsky, I shall take Tonks. Please continue with the orientation."
He pulled Tonks by the wrist, leaving behind a flustered man and three shocked twenty two year old young men.
Mad- Eye pulled Tonks into his private office. He sat down behind the grand oak desk, and motioned Tonks to sit at a small stool. She sat, planting both feet on the floor firmly, ensuring that she couldn't fall over.
"You must be wondering why I took you from that class, right?" asked Mad- Eye, both of his eyes staring her down.
"Yes. Why did you?"
"Wettsky is an old Auror. He was an excellent in his day. But he is also very sexist. He doesn't like the idea of female Aurors. Especially since you're the first one in a long time."
"Oh." Sexist pigs, thought Tonks, they just totally ruined my day.
"So, I'm going to handle your work now. And if you're wondering why, it's because I like your spunk. You have more spunk then those peacocks back there combined." finished Mad- Eye.
"Um... thanks. A lot." she said, grinning at the old wizard across the desk.
He nodded back at her, his magical eye whizzing around the room.
"So, what am I doing today?" she asked brightly.
She felt her hair fade back to pink.
"Here. Fill this out and bring it back tomorrow. You can do it at home, if you prefer, or in your cubicle. It's number six." said Mad- Eye, passing her a stack of papers.
Tonks visibly deflated. She stifled a groan, and stood up.
"Um... See you tomorrow." she said, shuffling from foot to foot.
Mad- Eye nodded, already busy with some files on his desk. She turned on her heel and left the office. After getting lost twice and finding directions from a nice witch, Tonks found her way to her cubicle, a small drab square with a small desk, and a lamp. She sighed at the dull desk. Deciding to just work at home, where at least the furniture was colorful, she took the elevator down and Apparated to her flat. Tonks worked on her paperwork for six hours straight, inhaling some food afterwards and dropping off to sleep.
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