Also written for SnarkyAndProudHufflepuff's Organisation Boot Camp (Order of the Phoenix) using the prompt 'brave'
Tonks
Happy. Brave. Crazy. Clumsy.
One could put all those words into a sentence, and it would be obvious they were describing Nymphadora Tonks.
Happy. She was never seen without a smile on her face. She was the one to make joke during a serious moment. She was always the one to make others feel better when they were feeling down.
Brave. A task was never too much for her. Whether she was traipsing through the dankest, darkest part of the country, searching for signs of Dark magic, or sitting behind a desk, signing herself over to the Aurors, it didn't matter. She never felt afraid.
Crazy. She wouldn't be Nymphadora without the craziness that came with her. Always risking her life in stupid situations; always falling for men who probably weren't right for her. She must have been crazy.
Clumsy. Always the one to knock over the cloak stand, or trip over her own feet. Always the one to be laughed at when it happened. Always the one to not give a toad's eye what other people thought.
Happy. Brave. Crazy. Clumsy.
That was what it was like when she was born; and that was what it was like the day she died.
Happy. Brave. Crazy. Clumsy.
I'm almost done with this collection! And sometimes I accidentally forget that it's meant to be happy... but... was this a happy feel (despite her kind of dying in the end)? Was the rest of it happy.
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