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Dec. 2nd, 2004 09:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clumsy_aurorTonks practically falls out of the main door onto Charing Cross Road. She ducks into the alley nearby, taking care not to be seen.
The black hair is still clutched tightly in one hand, and she draws her wand with the other."Locus Crowley," she intones hurriedly, and the hair glows blue for a moment. Then suddenly, a transparent map of the world hangs in mid-air before her, and a red dot pulsates over the Middle East. It continues to zoom in, showing Iraq, then Fallujah, then a partially-bombed building in the city's center.
Tonks takes a deep breath, wipes away her glamour spells -- she doubts the pink hair would go over well there -- and Disapparates.
The black hair is still clutched tightly in one hand, and she draws her wand with the other."Locus Crowley," she intones hurriedly, and the hair glows blue for a moment. Then suddenly, a transparent map of the world hangs in mid-air before her, and a red dot pulsates over the Middle East. It continues to zoom in, showing Iraq, then Fallujah, then a partially-bombed building in the city's center.
Tonks takes a deep breath, wipes away her glamour spells -- she doubts the pink hair would go over well there -- and Disapparates.
