#c:Xeno

[tptonks]

Visit to Mungo’s

@xenolovegood​

“Healer Tonks, you’re needed in room 4″ The Mediwitch’s voice carries across the hall and is followed by a floating file that Ted plucks out of the air,  nodding.

 “Thanks, Tabitha.” He pops it open and skims it briefly, finishing the last of his licorice as he enters the room with the silver four on top of it. 

“Good morning, Mister-” Ted scans the folder for a name. “Lovegood-- My name is Healer Tonks. What brings you to the plants and poisons floor today?” 

[from-russia--with-love]

10th September || Closed

-rarely one to bother with apologies, even Clara could recognise that with this, she needed to make an exception.

Arriving at Xeno’s house, she’d been surprised to have no one answer when she knocked. Part of her wanted to take him not being in as an excuse to leave, but when she'd left things for four days already, she knew she couldn't afford to chicken out. So instead, she sat herself down on his top step..

She had no plan of what to say. With no idea how he was feeling, or how he might react, it was impossible to form a strategy for this. All she had at her disposal was honesty, the one tool she’d been taught to never use — especially when you have no idea where you stand. She owed it to Xeno, though, and a something in her couldn’t help but want to take the risk. 

By the time she hears him come through the front gate, she’s rested her chin on her knees, having lost track of how long she’s been waiting. It’s a long pause before she can think of anything to say, climbing to her feet- 

...Hi. 

[from-russia--with-love]

-the common room all but empty, most of her housemates having already headed to the Entrance Hall, Clara had been left to deal with her cat alone. Rasputin was hiding on top of a bookcase, hissing and swiping at any who tried to coax him into his cat carrier. Knowing he wouldn't be lured down, Clara had resorted to climbing the shelves herself. Knowing better than to take her eyes off of him, she doesn't look round at the sound of footsteps, simply calling over her shoulder-

Pass up his carrier case — Merlin, quickly. Before he runs.