THE FIRST MEETING
Tonks looked at her reflection in the mirror as her hairs turned orange and her lips turned a beautiful shade of pink. She was ready to face her first Order meeting. To say that she was excited when she had received a letter from Dumbledore asking her to be a part of the Order Of the Phoenix would be an understatement. Her mother obviously knew all about the Order and Tonks found herself waiting for its first meeting. She was an Auror, an Metamorphmagos, an extremely loyal friend, a caring daughter and an witch who was ready to give her life to defeat You-Know-Who. The letter she had received was short only giving her details about the venue, date and time. She had been one of the few people who had believed Dumbledore when he said that You-Know-Who had returned and she had made sure Dumbledore knew that. However she couldn't voice her opinion publicly since she was a part of the Ministry but her insides told her to follow Dumbledore. She summoned the letter and read the name of the location once again. Then she closed her eyes and when she opened them again she found herself in a junkyard. She pulled out her wand at once and began observing the scene. It seemed like a Muggle neighborhood. She could hear some noises coming from behind the trees and slowly she went to source of the whispers. She was obviously not alone in the junkyard. There was a man standing behind the trees patting the dog standing in front of him and saying something in hushed whispers. For a moment she considered the idea of just waiting near the bushes and observing the man for a while but since the man looked like an ordinary Muggle and the dog looked like a stray, she decided to introduce herself. "He must not really understand what you are saying, don't you think?" Tonks asked the man. The man just stared at her for a moment and didn't say anything. His next immediate reaction was taking out his wand followed by a similar reaction by Tonks. "You are a wizard hmmmm. Don't look like one. You've blended well in the Muggle clothing" Tonks commented not loosening the grip on her wand. He didn't say anything and just stared at her hairs. His stare was penetrating and Tonks found herself feeling self-conscious. She hoped the color of her hairs was not changing just the way it did when she was awkward. "You are early Tonks" the man told her finally taking his eyes off her hairs.