Authors note at the end...

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Tonks pov

As Callen and the others left the hall, I contemplated my next words before turning towards the rest of the room. My hair shifted colors, refusing to settle as I remembered the night in question, " It had probably only been a week after her sorting when the rest of us truly noticed her. She kept her head down, observed, and occasionally helped the firsties regardless of house. The older years had noticed and raged that some transfer could ignore how things were. They went after her discreetly at first, knocking into her in the halls hexes and jinxes when no teacher was around…" Pausing, I looked at the assembled group, shaking my head and almost dreading what I would reveal next.

" She took it silently, started searching for spells to protect her bag, made a gesture of some kind, and simply turned and walked away. This went on for two weeks before a group of older boys decided to corner her on the seventh floor. They were from Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, if ties are to be believed. What happened, I don't fully know; no one does except those who were there. From what I've been able to piece together, they went after her because she didn't talk, and in their minds, a person who couldn't talk wouldn't be able to defend themselves." I felt terrible for saying this, but looking around, I hesitated then. " I was walking in from the quidditch pitch with Bill and Charlie when it happened… there was a scream from the upper levels, and then there she was, going over the edge of the landing and the stairs had moved, so there was nothin but open air between her and the bottom. Callen seemed to regain consciousness in midair and then spin around so she could face the floor. All of a sudden, she angled herself and somehow was able to grab a railing to slow her descent. I remember hearing the pop as her shoulder separated, and then she crashed down at the bottom of the staircase with her snapped wand falling next to her right after. We rushed over thinking she was dead, then the little shit rolled over and stairs at the ceiling for a second, rolled back onto her shoulders, leaped up onto her feet, looked at us, and with a bloody smile and torn robes, merely says You should see the other guy in this faint rasp then picks up her wand with a tisk and limps down to the dungeons with little more than a backward glance and placing her finger to her lips gesturing for us to be quiet."

I look around again and can't help but snort at the looks of utter disbelief, " the next day, we walked into the great hall for breakfast and hung up on the banners for their respective houses where the boys responsible with their hair and skin literally showcasing house pride, their ties in their mouths, and the words 'pervert,' 'bully,' 'wannabe rapist' to name a few. An' there she was sitting at Slytherin table like nothing happened, stirring her tea with a split lip while flipping through a book." shaking my head at the utter absurdity of the situation, I sighed, "Dumbledore called her during the first class of the day, she got two months detention for something they couldn't even prove happened, and those boys got off scot-free with a two week stay in the infirmary for a sudden outbreak of chicken pox. Later in the week, Callen found the three of us talking under a tree near the lake. She sat down, looked at the three of us, and then said, 'Not bad, although it was a tad amateurish. I would have left them in their boxers, but not bad.' she smirked again and got up, walking around the lake. It wasn't till she was about halfway around that we looked at each other and realized that sound never actually left her mouth." with that last bit of information, I turned to leave briefly, looking at Bonsey, "If that's all Boss, I'm going to go make sure Callen is alright, Morganna knows that now she remembers the cuffs existence she'll be up half the night figuring out how to break it." after receiving a brief nod I walked out of the hall in search of my favorite mischief maker.

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Author's note:

I'm slowly writing this while I have a break between classes. This is merely the start of attempting to get one of the many stories I've created in my head over the years written.

This is my first time writing, so let me know if ya think I should continue… I probably will regardless, but feedback would be appreciated,

Nyx