A/N: I suck. I know. Needless to say I've had a MAJOR writer's block, but still I apologise. I hope you'll like this chapter and I promise the next one won't take this long.
-Vee
Dear N.A.T,
First off I’d like to congratulate you on actually sending the letter to a random person.
Secondly, I don’t know if I’m the guy you saw at the Thames, but I did see a rather fascinating girl. The One. I believe in The One. That makes two of us. I thoroughly enjoyed reading your confessions; I’ve got a couple of them myself. And I really think you’re audacious for writing that in the first place.
These are the confessions of an animagus.
I sometimes correct others, okay…quite often really.
I ask a lot of questions people can’t answer. Just to spite them. You see where this is going; I’m a complete smart-arse. But I can’t help it.I’ve made some mistakes. I’ve made the biggest mistake of my life. I missed out on love. I’m always afraid to take the chance. I hate myself for it. I daydream a lot.
Just yesterday I dreamt about the girl I saw at the Thames. I’ll probably never see her again. I’m starting my new job as an auror tomorrow. I hope my colleagues are alright. I write. I read. I’ve never read anything more honest than your letter. I wonder who you are.
I wonder if the sky really is as blue or as grey as it seems. I wonder if this all is just a dream. One of my favourite bands is the muggle band Cheap Trick. I enjoy the randomness of some moments. I get arrogant and an all around git when I’m around girls I like. I like to be isolated most of the time. I usually don’t know what’s going on, seeing as I never pay attention. Thus I have a tendency of bumping into people. My second name is Romeo. Ironically enough, I too am in love with love. You’re the only one who knows about the Romeo-thing. I find it hard not to write satire. I’ll never grow up. I never want to grow up. I like to live in the past. My worst fear is waking up and finding out that it really was just a dream, a nightmare. My biggest secret is that I have none. I’m simple like that. I always say what’s on my mind. My favourite colour is the sky.
I love flying. My animagus form is an eagle. I hate broccoli and I’m a bottomless pit when it comes to food.
These were my confessions.
PS: I think love is like chocolate…
Yours truly,
W.R.K.
Oh. My. God.
Somebody read it, never mind that, somebody actually REPLIED!
I like him. Please, please let it be the gorgeous guy from the Thames.
Nah.
It’s probably just a joke. Nobody can understand me that well. Heck, I don’t understand myself that well.
Ah well, I’ll just have to take this with me and contemplate some more at work. Lord knows I’ve nothing better to do.
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Ministry of Magic
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As soon as I entered the Ministry, I saw Kingsley talking to Fudge. Hmph. He really needs to go shopping. Fudge I mean, not Kingsley.
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My office (also known as “The Shoebox”)
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While I was reading the letter that “W.R.K” sent me, I saw Kingsley coming over. Oh no! Must look busy…
“Are you sure you can read it like that Tonks?” was the first thing he said as he stepped inside The Shoebox.
I couldn’t for the life of me understand what he was talking about, so I put on my best confused face (which really is my normal one, so it can’t’ve been that much of a difference).
“Do you always read up-side down?” he explained, rather amused, might I add.
Damn that Kingsley! What is it with these men?? First Remus, now Kingsley, so what if I bloody read up-side down? What’s it to them how I read? I’ll bloody well read with my eyes closed if I want to!
But…being my ever so calm and collective self, I replied modestly:
“What are you doing in my office anyway; don’t you have some big bad wizards to catch?”
Okay, so that wasn’t all calm and collective, it was still better than not saying anything for the past 5 minutes (which I did, incidentally…not say anything I mean).
“I just came to tell you that there will be a new auror joining us. I’ve assigned you to show him around.”
He could’ve said he snogged the Giant Squid for all I cared, I stopped paying attention since… well …a rather interesting sight caught my eye.
“Kingsley…Who is that bloke talking to Dawlish?”
“That’s the new auror, his name’s Knightly and I’ll repeat what I was saying, seeing as you weren’t listening. You’re not only going to show him around, he’s also going to be your partner.”
“Yeah…yeah…sure, show him around, marry him. Whatever you say, mate” I replied not taking my eyes off of this Knightly guy.
Perhaps fate was not as cruel as I thought after all…
Scratch that, I LUUURVE FATE!!! Because, believe it or not, but that, my friend, was the same gorgeous guy with the knee-weakening chocolate brown eyes I saw at the Thames!!
Okay…I’ve got it! I’m just going to casually walk by, look like I’ve just noticed Dawlish (not to mention act like I talk to him all the time) and then…
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“King Arthur! I am SO sorry; I can be such a klutz!”
Oh joy…Of course, that’s just me…what’s the first bloody thing I do?? Knock him over! Okay…so fate decided to compensate a little. Stupid, bloody fate.
“That’s quite alright,” he said, “girls always fall for me sooner or later, or…on me, seeing as you are a rather special case.”
No shade of pink in the world could’ve described my cheeks at the moment. Oh, right, I forgot to mention I actually fell on him.
After we got up (my cheeks were now only a bit magenta, trust me, it was worse 5 seconds ago), he was still grinning and started to introduce himself.
“Nice to meet you, I’m William Knightly, your partner for the next year and I do believe I saw you at the Thames.”
What’s the thing that makes people blush like mad anyway? Because I want to find it and eliminate the sod!
“Oh…err- yeah, nice to meet you too, call me Tonks and I think you saw me on one of my daily walks and on one of my more…err…normal moments…”
You know I don’t walk daily and I bloody well know I don’t, but he doesn’t…hey, I want to make a good impression here!
Dawlish was still looking at me like I’ve suddenly sprouted a second head, so I quickly said my goodbyes and left as soon as possible.
Back in The Shoebox, I couldn’t help but notice this William lad’s initials, could it be…No! Surely not…
I have decided that I shall eschew fate with a firm hand, no! Two firm hands! It just keeps playing tricks with me, doesn’t it? First, somebody reads my letter, then, they actually reply, then Gorgeous-Guy-I-Saw-At-The-Thames is my partner for the year and lastly, I have to live with the fact that he knows every bloody thing about me!
But he doesn’t know I know he knows everything about me, so it’s all good then? Alrighty, I just have to make sure he NEVER finds out what my first name is. Can’t be that hard, I mean, nobody ever…
“Nymphadora, eh? Why do you want people to call you Tonks?”
There he was, leaning again the doorpost, looking all marvellous and fab and just waiting for me to snog him senseless. But how the bloody hell does he know my first name? The sod. The extremely handsome sod. But he is nevertheless a sod. Just a very gorgeous one. Okay, I’ll shut up now. Why is he just standing there, anyway?
Oh right! I’m supposed to say something back…it slipped my mind there…a lot of things do lately…
“Wouldn’t you if you were named Nymphadora?”
Crap! Did I just say that, or was it another one of my completely deranged thoughts? Who, by Charles the Great’s knickers with matching bra, would name their SON Nymphadora I ask you? Bloody hell…I have said it out loud seeing as he was laughing his cute arse off…
“I think we’ll become quite good mates, Tonks” he said and walked away.
Mates? MATES??? Couldn’t he have said something like:
“Blimey, your hair is pink, will you marry me?
Or
“Want to snog in front of Remus and make him insanely jealous…and get married afterwards?”
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I think I prefer the second one.
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Gosh, I really have a lot of paperwork…Which is why it’s a perfect time to write Ginny a letter.
She just sent me one. Honestly, that girl…
Oy Tonks!
You’ll never believe what I caught Remus doing! But I won’t tell you now seeing as I feel like torturing you, but you’ll have enough time to find out tonight!
-Ginny
I’d better go then, hadn’t I?
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I am having disturbing thoughts as to what Remus might’ve been doing.
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Now I’m thinking about the infamous Snape incident again.
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NOOOOOOOO!!!!!
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