Harry Potter Aesthetics: Nymphadora Tonks
Tonks was rather a marvel, almost born a rebel, if such a thing were possible. Her parents’ union had been frowned upon, and she was as far from a perfect pureblooded offspring as you could get. Even as a young child, Tonks didn’t seem to care whether or not you liked her, but if you spoke poorly of something she cared for she would explode - much like a firework.
She would never admit to Remus that she had kept track of the moon cycles the second she set eyes on him, but she figured he knew anyways. It was rather awful, she always thought, that she looked forward to those times after his transformations, when she would play music for him and make him a cup of hot chocolate to relax. It was bliss - an escape for the both of them who had struggled for so long.
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