The young Auror slowly shuffled into the Muggle orphanage. Tonks watched as young kids ran around, laughing, some pouting. Older kids were reading, writing, and the occasional snogging bunch was seen. A magical report had been found inside the orphanage, and the ministry had sent Nymphadora Tonks to investigate.
" How can I help you?" An older woman, somewhere that looked to be in her late-fifties asked. Tonks shuffled her feet, and began speaking.
" I was just coming to observe, maybe to consider adoption." Tonks lied, sounding rather believable. Exceptional lying skills were definitely a necessity in order to become an Auror.
The older woman's face lit up into a smile. Tonks couldn't tell if it was because the woman thought a child would be taken, thus less work, or if she was happy for that child.
" Certainly, if you make up your mind, be sure to come back here, and all paperwork can be arranged." The old woman smiled, and Tonks gave a curt nod.
Leaving the front desk, Tonks looked around, trying to pinpoint the source of magic. It obviously wasn't wand magic, but more like a young child who was dispersing magic involuntarily. A loud hush sound was made, and Tonks looked inside the window on a bedroom door.
"Maisie! Shhh! Visitor's are here! You'll freak them out!" The sound of an older girl hushed the little laughs of a younger girl. Tonks felt loads of magic just heaping from the room. 'Bingo.' Tonks thought, slowly knocking on the door.
A little girl who looked around the age of 3 opened the door. She had bursting blue hair, and pink eyes. Tonks frowned, and slowly entered the room. The little girl gasped, and her hair turned bleach blonde, and normal blue eyes returned. Tonks chuckled. Maybe she wasn't alone.
" Who are you?" The older child asked, grasping onto the younger girl.
" My name is Tonks. And you two are?" She introduced, trying to get on the good side of them.
" I'm Marcy, and this is Maisie. You didn't see what she did when you first got here, alright?" The older girl, Marcy, confirmed. " Actually I did." Tonks said, and to the little girls' amazement, her hair turned bubble-gum pink, and eye's turning an electric blue. The two girls gasped, amazed that there was somebody else (Freaks, from the vocabulary of the other children from the orphanage.) like them.
In the corner, Tonks noticed an older boy, he looked to be fifteen. 'If that's case, he must be a muggle.' Tonks observed. But, he had blue hair. Either he dyed it, or he was Metamorphmagus like the rest of them. But then he would have been put in Hogwarts. Tonks was confused. She knew Remus would not appreciate it if she brought three kids they didn't know home. But on the contrary, she couldn't just leave magical children in a muggle orphanage.
"Are you here to take us home? We've been here for years! Maisie hasn't even been outside the orphanage walls!" Marcy pleaded. Tonks bit her lip. She was never good at guilt trips. Especially from children. She should just let Albus handle it! She was by no means obligated to take in this children. Deep down though, she felt the guilt fluttering around in her stomach, like packs of restless butterflies. Ignoring the question, Tonks looked back at the blue haired boy.
" And what's your name?" She asked. The boy, who looked to be in a very pissy mood, looked up at her. "I'm not obligated to tell you that." He said, looking pack to his handheld video game.
" Oh, lighten up, Ollie!" Marcy laughed, at who Tonks was assuming was her brother. The boy glared, but gave a sigh. " Oliver Rivington. Eldest child in this room. But back to Marcy's question. Will you, or will you not take us in?" He asked. Maisie gave the puppy lip, and Tonks sighed, biting her lip once again. Tasting the metallic taste of Iron, she stopped biting it. Iron-tasting blood filled the corners of her mouth, and she licked them away. Finally having the answer come to her brain, she swallowed hard, and….