Dora Tonks, aka Nymphadora Tonks but don't call her that unless you want her to spit in your eye because she will! is craving some Crunchy bars.

Mum and Pops are speaking real low and sharply in the kitchen so they think she can't hear but if she concentrates, she can extend parts of her eat out (it's wicked cool!) and hear out parts of their conversation. Words like for Christ's sake Andy and Can't trust that bitch, and it's not really too interesting, but when there's nothing on the telly until at least two, ya gotta take what you get.

"Mum." She walks into the kitchen and the two of her parents separate like she just caught them snogging (ew) and Mum smiles at her.

"Yes, love?"

"I want Crunchies."

"Crunchies?"

Pops looks defeated, but he answers the call, "The candy bars, Andy––Dora, you haven't finished your snack, have you?"

She hasn't, "Pops, it's just a few grapes left."

"You know the rules, Dora."

She huffs, and is about to stomp her foot when Mum clears her throat, expectant, "Nymphadora."

Ugh! Her hair burns bright red, like her mother's face when she's laughing and she's drunk from the locked cabinet in the living room where Dora's not allowed even though once she shifted her fingernail into a key and didn't even find any good things in there.

Mum looks upset at what's about to be her temper tantrum, because she's too old for tantrums but it's not about the Crunchies, it's about her name! Don't call her that! Even if Mum is her mum, she doesn't care. She doesn't care because it's a stupid name and everyone at school thinks so too, especially the girl she likes and––

"Dora," Pops is always good at getting her to calm down, "How would you like to meet your cousins?"

"Ted." Mum's voice doesn't get like that unless she's real mad. It makes Dora freeze, but seeing Pops' fearless face helps ease her up. Her hair turns to a bright pastel blue.

"Billie and Sal?" She's confused! She just played with her two cousins just the other day (they're still six and four, so they're a little young, but Dora loves em' all the same.

And Pops smiles, "No, dear, your other cousins."

Dora can feel Mum's magic sparking. It's right on the edge, and she's not going to be the one to push her!

"It's okay, Dora." Pops insists, and she trusts him.

She sniffs, wipes her nose with her sleeve, "I've got more cousins?"

Mum looks in pain. She sucks her teeth and has a seat, "...Yes, dearie." She sounds like she just admitted she ate farts for breakfast, "Through my cousins...And my sister."

Huh. Dora tilts her head, absorbing the information, "Is your sister the one who's a bitch?"

There's the spark again, but it dies down quickly enough. Not enough to have Dora not reel back in caution, "No-I said witch. Witch, dear. Not...not that word."

"Oh." Well that's silly, they're all witches here! "Who's a witch?"

"Your great aunt Walburga."[1] Pops supplies, earning a big ol' slap from Mum.

"I have a great aunt?" This was news. She has cousins other than Billie and Sal, and she has a whole great aunt out there. And Mum––She has a sister! That makes her her aunt, right?

Her parents are talking again. While she was busy imagining what her new family members were like. In hushed voices, even fiercer than before. Murmuring about You-Know-Who and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and they've lost Dora for this part of the convo, so she tries to see if she can sneak behind them while they're arguing and grab a chocolate bar, imagining what her cousins on Mum's side are like.

She hopes they're witches, like she is. That would be really nice.

[1] This joke, I admit, was blatantly stolen from the fic They're Hiding Inside Me by TheDivineComedian on AO3. It's a great fic, please read it.