Sunsweet - for chalada
by firechild
Rated K+ish
Disclaimer: Sadly, I own none of them.
Warning: Nothing comes to mind.
A/N: Chalada, who wouldn't know me from a hole in the ground, took the time to make me a lovely sig tag on lj, so this is my attempt to return the favor; she asked for something resembling school-era Chonks, which I'd never imagined before, and this is what came out.
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She couldn't quite believe this. She'd seen (and done) a lot of crazy things in the four-and-a-half years she'd studied at Hogwarts, but still, she couldn't quite wrap her brain around this one... and her brain tended to be very flexible. It had to be. Otherwise it would cramp up and she'd be stuck with something boring, like her real hair and eye colors. Whatever they were.
She peeked one tiger-striped eye between her fingers and moaned. For a moment, she'd hoped that it was just her imagination, but no, oh no, it was real. Tonks was looking at the spot where her crush's brother had been standing... a spot now occupied by.... by a.... she could barely even think it...
...a sugarplum. With red hair.
Well, at least this time it wasn't her fault. Mostly. Sort of. Well, okay, so it was only a little bit not her fault. It couldn't not be mostly her fault. She was Tonks. But still.
"Blimey." Charlie Weasley's just-done-changing voice was so dry that the giant sugarplum was in serious jeopardy of becoming a sugarprune. "Mum's going to murder me." He didn't even glance up. "Thanks so much, Nymphie."
"Charles Albus Weasley, if you ever call me that again, I will transfigure a very important part of you into a goldfish and flush it! And what do you mean? I didn't turn your brother into a sugarplum--you did. You and your stupid sibling rivalry. If you hadn't been bickering with your wand out, you wouldn't have been able to do that."
"Yeah, well, if you hadn't distracted me with that dress, this wouldn't have happened in the first place!"
Tonks stopped short, then bit down on a huge smile. She'd finally stopped trying to get his attention, and *now* he noticed her. She looked down at the bright and rather brief sundress she was wearing--the one the Doctor had given her when she'd helped him with a touch of espionage on a planet that was mostly beach--and decided that Coridian III sea blue was definitely her color. Well, then, she supposed she'd just have to do something about this little... development.
She decided that Percy Weasley could just be a sugarplum for a while longer; after all, a sugarplum couldn't exactly write home to Mum about big brother's extracurricular activities, could it? Besides, the little brat could use some sweetening.
"Charlie," she said, stepping carefully round the sweet, "how do you feel about swimming?"
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