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[clumsy_auror]

Tonks carefully taps the wineglass with her wand, and the Revealing Spell shifts it back into its true form. She stares at the two feathers for a moment, lying on her desk, overlapping one another slightly. Hesitantly, she lifts a finger and traces it slowly down the black feather, and then the white.

They feel the same.

Her tears come in earnest, then.