Tonks smirked and got on her Quidditch gear. It was dark yellow with a black under. The number 11 was sketched on the back. The only thing she hated about it, (apart from the colour, she HATED dark yellow) was the name on the back.
Usually, the name on the back was your last name, Weasley for Charlie and Wood for Jennifer. But Tonks, oh no, no-no-no. She got special treatment. Any student would be happy to have their first name on their uniform, but not Nymphadora. NO.
Instead, she got Nymphadora on her back. What type of joke was that? They KNEW that she hated that name and they still did!
She blamed her mother. Bloody fool.
But she had a game to play, this was the first match against the Gryffindors this year and they couldn't afford to lose. Plus, she was going to play against Charlie. Perhaps Charlie would forgive Tonks after the game. Nymphadora snorted, that was only possible if he actually won.
Tonks had plans, big plans. She and Charlie had become team captain for their respective house. Even though they were only 5th years, everyone, even the Slytherins, had thought they were good choices. Tonks was going to, oh, THEY were going to win.
Nymphadora turned towards her team, her long braid falling at her waist. Pink strands her falling out of it, but there was no time to fix that. Tonks played Seeker, Cedric was a 2nd year, so this was his first name being a Chaser. He was also a replacement Seeker in case Tonks were to get some sort of injury. She really couldn't remember everyone's names, considering so many of them stopped playing or had left Hogwarts. She looked down at her list.
Name
Year
Position
Number
Blood Type
Nymphadora Tonks
5th
Seeker
11
Halfblood
Cedric Diggory
2nd
Chaser
45
Pureblood
Annabelle Vance
5th
Chaser
33
Pureblood
Manny Wolverine
7th
Chaser
23
Muggleborn
Septimus Weasley
7th
Keeper
32
Pureblood
Leah Sermon
3rd
Beater
79
Halfblood
Rebecca Roper
4th
Beater
10
Muggleborn
Tonks nodded to herself slowly and launched up in the air, facing her team. Leah and Ced were arguing. Though Ced was taller and bigger, Leah was carrying a beater's bat. Tonks flew forward and purposely put herself between Leah and Cedric.
"Ok, listen up! This is our first game against the Gryffindors this year and I want to win it! Besides, I need to get payback! Weasley, try to deflect better, would you? Leah, don't hit anyone accidentally! And Cedric! Please do not try to kill Charlie! Even though we aren't on speaking terms, I don't want him murdered in cold blood! Understand?" Everyone nodded and they entered the stadium, Tonks leading them.
Serenity nervously watched as the game started, Charlie and Tonks shaking hands. She was so scared, she didn't want Neither Tonks nor Charlie to do anything rash. Tonks was after all known for severing someone's leg off at the age of five. Charlie also knew a wicked fire spell, so both of them were very dangerous. As long as they didn't get too angry at each other or became unstable, then they would make it out of this situation alive. Matt was next to her, gripping his scarf. He looked nervous too. Serenity sighed and watched the game, thinking nothing good could come out of this.
She watched a Tonks whipped around, back and forth, trying not to get hit by any bludgers. Her leg still was bruised and scarred from that incident on the lake last week. Serenity had suspicions that it was sprained, judging by the way Tonks would wince whenever she would get up, but Nymph declined to go to Madam Pomfrey. In her word, not Serenitys, 'She was barmy and once she stopped being so pushy, she would actually go.' Of course, Serena knew Tonks didn't mean it.
After all, who else bandaged her up after a nasty fall down the stairs?
Matt watched Charlie look for the Snitch. Charlie had been pretty upset for the last few days. His best friend was no longer speaking to him but Charlie couldn't figure out what he should do to gain back Tonks' respect. Matt grinned as Hufflepuff got another goal. The yellow side of the stadium cheered and Tonks beamed. She cheered. Matt winced, a little too soon. A blunger flew and hit Tonks in the leg, the same one where she had scraped her ankle, giving it a nasty scratch. Serenity, who was next to him, gasped, her hands flying up to her mouth. Matt didn't understand why. Tonks had gotten her leg fixed.
Right?
Matt watched in horror as Tonks fell to the ground, more than 100 feet up in the air. Luckily for her, Charlie had swooped down and caught Tonks' by the arm, heaving her on his broomstick. Matthew had caught a glimpse of her leg. In a short summary, it did not look good. He leaned over and whispered in Serenity's ear, her blonde hair flying.
"Didn't Tonks go to Madam Pomfrey?" Serenity shook her head and Matt asked, though not calmly,
"Why did you not tell me Serenity?" Serenity suddenly snapped and turned to Matt. He recoiled, her olive eyes focused only on him.
"MATT! Is it MY DUTY to inform you of such things?" Matt shook his head and Serenity snorted and she stormed out of her seat. Matt closed his eyes.
Woman.
Tonks gasped as she started to fall down. She was more than 100 feet up in the air and was approaching the ground very quickly. She was going to be severely injured, or worse, killed. Tonks gasped, what if they lost the game? They couldn't lose the game! Not now! Suddenly, she felt someone grab her arm and pull her up. She spotted red hair.
Oh good, a Weasley. Tonks thought, just which one was it. Septimus had blue eyes and red, curly hair. Charlie, on the other hand, had straight hair and brown eyes. She was brought back into reality as they landed on the ground. They had landed roughly, Tonks on top of the mysterious Weasley. She flipped over, staring into the eyes of her best friend. She vaguely remembered lots of shouting and screaming. Her being moved to the Hospital Wing. Her ankle bones sticking out in odd directions. The game being called off. Snape coming in to deliver potions. Professor Sprout checking if she was okay. All her friend, excluding Charlie giving her sweets. And an anonymous note from Honeydukes, suspiciously written in Charlie's loopy writing.
But, as hard as it was to believe, all she could remember, clearly that was, was the concern held in the deep brown eyes that looked down on her.