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Batch 24: Marauder Generation (2) - The Phantom Librarian
Spewing out too many words since November 2003
fernwithy
fernwithy
Batch 24: Marauder Generation (2)
Could I please have the first time Tonks's school friends hear about her "grown-up friend," and any discussion that ensues? (I miss them all so. I hope it doesn't hurt you too much to write them.) for Anon
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Maddie noticed the letter first.

They all had letters from their parents pretty regularly, and they'd got to know each other's families' handwriting over the last few months. Daffy's mum had a kind of flowery hand, and his dad was small and businesslike, half-printed. Sanjiv's mum was a doctor, and her handwriting looked like loopy crayon drawings. His dad gave up cursive all together and printed everything. Tonks's parents generally wrote together, with her mum doing the actual writing, which was a round, steady hand...

Nothing at all like the envelope she had this morning.

This handwriting was tall and thin, with loops on the "D" for Dora and the "T" for Tonks that reached fancifully upward. There was also an uncomfortable-looking jagged downstroke at the end of the "a" and the "s." The parchment looked like it had been used before and cleaned off.

"Who's that from?"

"A friend," Tonks said, reading the letter.

Sanjiv frowned. "Aren't your friends more or less all here?"

"He's a grown-up friend," Tonks explained, and Maddie was sitting close enough to catch the blush running across her cheek before she morphed her skin to cover it.

Daffy looked suspicious. "What's an adult writing to you about?"

Tonks lowered the letter crossly. "I asked how he was, and he sent a letter to tell me that he's perfectly fine. Is there something wrong with that?"

"Well, no..."

"Then why are you looking at me like I just took sweets from a stranger in Knockturn Alley?"

Daffy raised his hands in surrender. "Sorry."

"Hmph." Tonks went back to her letter.

It wasn't easy to find time to talk about it without her there--all of their classes were together--so it wasn't until Thursday that the subject came up again. Tonks had passed her flying class on her first try, and didn't need to take any further lessons with Madam Hooch. Maddie, Daffy, and Sanjiv all had a bit more difficulty. ("Not fair," Sanjiv had said. "She can't walk across the Common Room without tripping, but she can fly at a hundred miles an hour without crashing.") As a result, while she enjoyed a bit of private reading, they were back down on the lawn, broomsticks in hand, trying to get them to behave.

"Is it me," Daffy started, "or was Tonks a little strange about her grown-up friend?"

"When is Tonks not strange?" Sanjiv asked.

"Stow it, you know what I mean."

And of course, they did. They'd all heard the requisite horror stories about men who lurked in Knockturn Alley. (Sanjiv, being Muggle-born, had heard different versions, involving white vans and a great deal more detail, but they were the same stories for all of that.) Maddie shrugged, her mind fixating on those weird downstrokes in the handwriting. "I wouldn't say that around her."

"Do you suppose her parents know?" Daffy pushed.

"Give it a rest," Sanjive said. "If she were doing something she shouldn't be doing, she wouldn't be reading letters in front of us, would she?"

"Well, she might not know..."

"She'd know," Sanjiv said. He sighed. "My mum looked after a girl who'd been about with one of the bad sort. She knew. She always tried to hide everything. Does Tonks look like she's trying to hide anything? No. It's possible to be friends with a grown-up."

"She blushed," Maddie admitted.

"Kind of like you do in Potions?" Sanjiv prodded.

Maddie felt a blush rising now that had nothing to do with her daydreams about Professor Snape, whose voice always seemed so powerful. She hadn't realized that anyone had noticed that. "That's different. He's not writing me notes."

"That's because he's a rude git," Daffy said.

"He is not. He's just... formal."

"Also," Sanjiv pointed out, "he's here, so there's no need for notes. If you wrote to him over the summer, and he felt like answering, do you reckon he'd come visit you? No--he'd send you a letter."

This made sense to Maddie. "Good point."

Daffy had managed to get his broom hovering (it always took him a while). He sighed. "I suppose. It's just weird. I don't have any grown-up friends."

"Well, get one," Sanjiv advised him. "They're dead useful. There's a lady with a shop down the street from my flat--sells Indian things; I like to go look at them, you know?--and she helps me find birthday presents for my parents."

The conversation then drifted to what Tonks's grown-up friend did do for her, becoming increasingly fanciful until they'd decided that he was a member of the Wizengamot who always pushed through laws that Tonks liked, and was up to become Minister for Magic. By the time the flying lesson was over, he'd also become a professional Quidditch Player who invented potions and had greater adventures than Gilderoy Lockhart.

"Hey!" Daffy said as they made their way back to the castle. "Don't her parents know Gilderoy Lockhart? Maybe it's him!"

"Maybe who is what?" Tonks asked, coming down the stairs to meet them.

"Gilderoy Lockhart," Daffy told her. "Your secret grown-up friend who really runs the world between Quidditch games that he plays under another name."

"Don't be ridiculous," Tonks said. "Why should he wait until the end of the Quidditch games?"



some Sirius/Dorcas? maybe a more sucessful attempt from sirius in courting her? for juliet black

[Well, we know it can't be TOO successful. Set after this one]
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Sirius Black was amusing, Dorcas thought. There were worse traits for a man to have. And he was certainly ardent.

And he was wearing a tuxedo.

For guard duty.

Granted, they were keeping a watch in the theater district. (A Death Eater had taken offense to a play because it starred a wizard who they thought was altogether too comfortable in the Muggle world.) The tux wasn't entirely out of place, and she was wearing a decent dress, but there was something about the formality of it all that had made her smile. He'd even brought her a corsage.

"We'll look like a smart couple out for a night at the theater," he'd said. "And, if nothing happens, perhaps we could catch a matinee tomorrow?"

She hadn't given him an answer, but at the moment, she was leaning toward a "yes."

He paused in front of a theater that was boasting a play called Betrayal, and looked over his shoulder and grinned. "I think this bloke looks like a young Dumbledore, don't you?" He pointed to one of the Muggle photographs.

Dorcas shook her head. "Not in the least."

"Oh, sure he does. You can see it. In the eyes a bit? Or maybe it is Dumbledore. Maybe he's got a hobby we don't know anything about."

"Oh, sure. He probably has lots of them. When he's not starring in a West End play, he's undoubtedly designing fabulous gowns for young film stars."

Sirius laughed and moved on. "I like it. And once all the stars were dressed, he went on and made that space movie Lily liked. The one with the lightsabers."

"Lily, nothing. I liked that."

"You did? Really? Me, too. I like the little robot that whistles. You just know he's making dirty jokes." Sirius stopped and looked chagrined. "Oh, sorry. I was going for a grown-up sort of feeling here."

Dorcas rolled her eyes. "Do you think the princess will marry Luke or Han?"

"Luke. The smart girls always go for the responsible ones." He shook his head dramatically. "Life isn't easy for free-spirited rogues like us."

"Yes, I hear that complaint all the time from men--how women always go for the nice ones."

"I didn't say women in general. I said smart ones. Look at Lily. Straight to James. And Alice and Frank. Andromeda and Ted. All the women I like are the sort who like nice men." He looked at her cautiously.

She smiled. "Well, there's a rather wide definition of 'nice.' Take Han, for instance. He acts like an idiot a lot of the time, but when push comes to shove, he helps out, and he comes back to the battle, even though he thinks he'll die. To me, that's a lot of 'nice' hidden under a lot of bravado. I like that sort of thing."

"You do?"

"Well, I could learn to, anyway."

He smiled more broadly. "Well, then--maybe we should skip the serious theater matinee and go to see a film. I hear there's a musical about a nice girl who falls for a boy in a leather jacket."

"Or a superhero in a tight blue suit."

"Not really what gets me, but if you'd like..."

"I would."

"So that's a yes?"

"It's a yes."

He took her hand, and she grinned. It seemed strange, walking along with a man who was barely more than a boy--if he'd turned nineteen, Dorcas would eat her hat--but it was also nice.

The attack on theater didn't happen. Whether it was because the Death Eaters knew that the Order had been tipped off or because they decided they had more important fish to fry, Dorcas didn't know. But it didn't matter. The night was cold, but pleasant, and there was a friendly sort of tension between them now that kept her warm.

They said good night at headquarters--Sirius had to go make a report to Dumbledore--and Dorcas didn't feel like waiting. She headed home, thinking of little more than what they might do after the film tomorrow. The streets were still crowded as she turned toward her flat, and at first, she didn't think much of the two men across the street. They passed through one intersection, pacing her, then another, then...

Dorcas turned. The sky was dark. The streetlight above her went out. She drew her wand.

It was too late.
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reannanshaw From: reannanshaw Date: January 31st, 2012 07:18 am (UTC) (Link)
LOL! Maddie had a crush on Snape, eh? I like her even better now. Because of course some girls would have crushes on him, even if he's horrible, for the same reason fangirls do (or close enough). Although it would be amusing to see Snape's reaction to realizing a student had a crush on him. Would he be surprised or just think it's another reason they're all idiots?
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: February 1st, 2012 12:26 am (UTC) (Link)
I think Snape would be appalled. Young girls imagining him doing humiliatingly shmoopy things? Quelle horreur!
sgt_majorette From: sgt_majorette Date: January 31st, 2012 08:10 am (UTC) (Link)
Dorcas!!! Noooooooooooo!!!

I barely remembered who she was, and now I'm sad! You must be a genius...
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: February 1st, 2012 12:26 am (UTC) (Link)
I kind of didn't remember her, either. I randomly picked her name from a list for the other ficlet!
etain_antrim From: etain_antrim Date: January 31st, 2012 05:08 pm (UTC) (Link)
Love the description of Remus's writing and Maddie's small crush on Snape. Poor Dorcas!
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: February 1st, 2012 12:27 am (UTC) (Link)
I'd guess, if graphology works in the wizarding world, that werewolves might have some odd markers in their script.
at_upton From: at_upton Date: January 31st, 2012 09:57 pm (UTC) (Link)
I feel bad that this is my reaction to something that ended sadly, but ahahaha, what a sneaky Michael Gambon reference. Thanks, as always, for these wonderful shorts-- they brighten many of my mornings.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: February 1st, 2012 12:27 am (UTC) (Link)
Yes! Someone noticed!

I went looking for what might be playing, and when I saw that Michael Gambon was nominated for an award that year, I just had to go there.
From: (Anonymous) Date: February 1st, 2012 03:51 am (UTC) (Link)
even if it was so so sad in the end, i really, liked liked the sirius/dorcas one.

i liked sorta geeky, trying to be good matured classy date Sirius. I'll date him!

and he's a nice guy. like, sure he got the bad boy rebel thing going on, but he is missing the jerk to girls attitude. so he's good boy in my book.

and Dorcas! *cries*

juliet black
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