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Dec. 27th, 2004 12:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clumsy_aurorTonks, looking tired but happy, slips into the sparsely populated bar. She looks around the bar nervously; she wanted to see Aziraphael and Crowley, and of course Bernard...but she couldn't quite remember what she'd done or said after the concert the other evening, and was a bit afraid she'd embarassed herself. But then, she'd woken up in the House of Arch with all of her clothes on (she'd checked for her bra first), so it couldn't have gone too poorly, she reasoned.
First she spots a note; she reads it and grins, folding it and slipping it into her pocket. Then she wanders over to the tree, where the pile of presents has dwindled, and is pleasantly surprised to see a few with her name on the tags. She carefully gathers them up and takes them back to her room in the House of Arch.
Her Secret Santa bar gift, a beautiful egg made of lapis lazuli, and encrusted with multi-colored jewels. She mutters in astonishment under her breath, and sets it on its little stand over on her dresser, where it catches the candlelight and sparkles.
She carefully unwraps the gift from Aziraphael, and upon seeing the inscription in the front cover, sits down hard in her chair, open-mouthed. After a few moments of staring, she reverently closes the book and sets it carefully on her desk.
Then she opens Bernard's gift, and a wave of protective magic immediately washes over her. Her eyes widen as she picks up the woolen cloak, recognizing the fine and intricate work of layer upon layer of spells within the weave. She swings it around her shoulders -- it's charmed to fit perfectly, of course -- and slides her hands into the pockets, discovering the sneakoscope, gum (which makes her grin), and...
"An invisibility cloak? Blimey, Bernard," she whispers, fingering the iridescent fabric. These were rare. And not cheap.
It was an amazing gift. And one that tells her just how worried he is about her part in the war.
She sits back down in the chair, thoughtfully tracing the silvery folds of the cloak in her lap.
Tonks sits there for a long while, just thinking.
First she spots a note; she reads it and grins, folding it and slipping it into her pocket. Then she wanders over to the tree, where the pile of presents has dwindled, and is pleasantly surprised to see a few with her name on the tags. She carefully gathers them up and takes them back to her room in the House of Arch.
Her Secret Santa bar gift, a beautiful egg made of lapis lazuli, and encrusted with multi-colored jewels. She mutters in astonishment under her breath, and sets it on its little stand over on her dresser, where it catches the candlelight and sparkles.
She carefully unwraps the gift from Aziraphael, and upon seeing the inscription in the front cover, sits down hard in her chair, open-mouthed. After a few moments of staring, she reverently closes the book and sets it carefully on her desk.
Then she opens Bernard's gift, and a wave of protective magic immediately washes over her. Her eyes widen as she picks up the woolen cloak, recognizing the fine and intricate work of layer upon layer of spells within the weave. She swings it around her shoulders -- it's charmed to fit perfectly, of course -- and slides her hands into the pockets, discovering the sneakoscope, gum (which makes her grin), and...
"An invisibility cloak? Blimey, Bernard," she whispers, fingering the iridescent fabric. These were rare. And not cheap.
It was an amazing gift. And one that tells her just how worried he is about her part in the war.
She sits back down in the chair, thoughtfully tracing the silvery folds of the cloak in her lap.
Tonks sits there for a long while, just thinking.
