hogwartsexpressed | the history of magic meme

[ooc: \o/!!

Hm, if I'm using Marauder-Era Lupin, then he only knows Tonks as Sirius's kid cousin, which lends to awkward soul-searching at now finding her irresistibly hot while full-grown… I kinda like the idea of her knowing who he is, too, but I think it works either way—can just know him as Sirius's friend. (He was also a member of the first Order of the Phoenix with Moody, so that's another point of knowledge?) Sorry, I'm so unhelpful!

I still have the idea of a pleasant haze, knowing things are screwy but not too worried about it. (Remus will assume Sirius and James are behind this and doing it to get him to loosen up; like a dream-sequence more than problematic-need-to-be-serious-about-this-time-travel.)

Won't apply, but I did find this ole bit of headcanon—stuff. Please don't feel obliged to read, there will NOT be a quiz. ;-) The first bit coooould come to play if Tonks comes from after the Department of Mysteries battle, but I'm not married to anything.]

[-dance!- Okay, I'm loving the awkwardness. So she knows him (and ngl, I love that headcanon and am super gonna be incorporating parts of it, and he knows her from being Sirius' kid cousin and fluffy shenanigans abound!

I can do a start if you like? And do a bit of handwave-y explanation/exposition to get them into place?)

[Yes, if you're good to get us started, awesome, thank you! Also YAY and I'm looking forward to this tremendously!!]

[Also, it really has nothing to do with our thread, but I think you might like this: my headcanon fix for the Battle of Hogwarts is that they flipped a coin to see which of them would go to fight and which would stay with Teddy. From Lupin's POV: he was so relieved to get the easier job of going to fight, rather than be the one to have to wait and potentially outlive the other one—a thought he found unendurable. But then when Tonks decided screw it and went to the battle anyway, he also respected that, because really every soldier was needed at the front; she wouldn't be doing Teddy any favors if they lost. Something like that!]

[I have a similar headcanon! It was a near-argument, then they decided ro-sham-bo style. Because along the relationship road, that's how they figured out how to compromise both of their stubborn ass selves. XD If we mesh well together, I would love to play various points of time out!

Aaaaand starter to follow!]

[Yes and YAY and yes, please!]

The wretched Grimmauld Place is quieter these days. Quieter because the teenagers have just returned to school, because Sirius is no longer there, quieter because the somberness of the situation they've found themselves in is taking its toll. There are a myriad of things that start to overwhelm Tonks, and it's slowly beginning to show.

She's tired and needs a break. And a break is what she is trying to take, talking with Mundungus Fletcher as he shows off the trinkets he has..ahem..come across in his wanderings.

"Can't tell what this little blighter is, Tonks." He says, tossing a brass bedknob her way. She fumbles it but ultimately keeps it safe in her cupped hands, turning it around and staring at it as well. "Bedknob of course, bit of junk, but no magic in it is it?" He continues, but Tonks is only half listening now, playing with it absentmindedly.

"You can keep it then." Dung sees the way she fusses with it and decides to be magnanimous with his findings.

Tonks snorts lightly but gives a faint smile. "Thanks for that, yeah?" They chat a bit longer, the bedknob fiddled with more, and eventually part ways.

She makes her way to the room she keeps at Grimmauld,popping her head in and hoping to see a certain man with old jumpers sitting there in their occasionally shared space. But, as has been happening recently, he is no where to be found. Unceremoniously, Tonks plops on the bed even as she continues to turn the junk item in her fingers. On a whim, she clamors up and gingerly twists the other, far more ugly bedknob off and replaces it with her plain brass companion.

Another whim hits her, one from another time and another place. Needing the laugh, even if it's a chortle, she sits up and stares at the newest addition to the room. "How did it go, then?" A slight turn to the right and three taps.

"Somewhere that doesn't have these problems, if you please. And with a friend, if I can request that."

Tonks expects nothing because that sort of witchcraft, one with mail order magic courses and enchanted bedknob, are something from her far more innocent childhood. But it's a nice thought. And that's the thought her brain remains on as she drifts to sleep.

When she wakes up, while she is still in bed, Tonks is decidedly not in Grimmauld anymore. She's also decidedly not alone. Both of these things cause her eyebrows to draw together in confusion.

There's someone laying next to her, familiar and not at the same time. "...Remus Lupin..?" She whispers. Then laughs. "So this is a weird dream."

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At the sound of his name, he made a noncommittal mumble. It might have been: "Siriushshaddupmsleeping…" At her laughter, his eyes flew open and he sat up, staring around.

(Incongruous with his mild appearance and reputation, his wand was locked in his hand; sharp as a dueler, steady almost as an auror. First hint that he did indeed hang around with James Potter and a child of the House of Black.)

"Uh… this… I'm… we're…" He blinked at her. (Wand not pointed at her, good for him.) "Hi?"

The wand isn't pointed at her, which is a good thing! The sleepy mention of Sirius makes her pause, but Tonks pushes through it and grins a little. "Not Sirius, sorry."

She is still chuckling, more at herself than anything else, and pushes a hand through faintly cotton candy hair. "Wotcher!" If this is a dream, it's her dream, she supposes, so she's willing to follow it and see where it goes.

Looking around for a moment, she tries to figure out where they are. It's not necessarily any place that she recognizes.

Her cheerfulness seems to make him think she knows what's going on. For now, he stays seated on the bed. "Um… I apologise for my rudeness but… Who are you? Where are we? How'd we get here and/or What's happening?"

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For a moment, she hesitates telling him exactly who she is. While Tonks truly doesn't know much about time turners or time travel (or how time travel can sneak into transportation spells. Or only affect one person. Or the many other weird, weird things in this dream), she does know that it's easy to muck things up.

But to hell with it. "Tonks. Is me. And you're Remus." The smile grows a bit wider, a little more impish as she says it.

His last question though..she has no answer for that yet. "Dunno. Want to help me figure it out?" Standing up, she stretches and eyeballs both Remus and the bed. "Should probably disguise this."

Does he? He looks unconvinced, which might just be a way to forestall being totally overwhelmed. "Tonks…" (She said it like he should know it…) "…Oh, wait… Any relation to" (and she'd said Sirius's name with familiarity) "the House of Black?" He was pretty sure that was the name that came up when Sirius talked about his disowned cousin—usually in the context of talking about his disowned self.

"Sirius, yes." The way she says it is a dead giveaway that Sirius is (was, Dora.) the only one on that side she cares about. But she looks at him curious now, fascinated by the details her subconscious is putting into this. Or is it her subconscious?

She pauses then, thinking about it and laughing, really laughing, for the first time in a bit. It only now dawns on her that Remus may only remember her as a child that Sirius spoke about, if Sirius mentioned her at all.

"C'mon then. Let's see what we can get into here." She reaches out to hook her arm in his and pull him off the bed and into mischief. "Mm! But first.." Tonks turns and unhinges the knob off of the bed.

"Uh… o—um—kay." He is pulled, and stumbles to find his feet in her wake. He stops when she stops, turns when she turns; and, when she removes the doorknob, he belatedly raises his wand and says, "Celare."

The bed didn't turn invisible, but its colours shifted like an octopus's until they near-exactly matched whatever was behind them, from any angle. No one passing would notice unless they bumped into it.

"Nice work." And it is nice work. She can't see it at all, but does manage to run her shin into it as she moves. "Yup. Still there." Tonks jokes with a wry smile.

Motioning with her head, she sticks the bedknob and her hands in her pockets. "What's the last thing you remember? Yesterday, I mean."

"Standard day," he said, sounding a little stunned—possibly at what he can now call 'standard'. "Classes, tutoring, prefect rounds. Watched some Quidditch practice. Nothing stands out." (Probably because all four of them had been too busy and not spent much time together, thus not broken any rules.)

There's another bit of laughter threatening to bubble out, because irony amuses the witch. He is still in school. Now who's the older one?

If she lets herself be honest, it's a bit sad too. But Tonks shakes that thought away. "I fell asleep after wishing for a holiday. And here we are."

"But where is here..?" That is still a good question. She looks around, stumbling slightly but keeping herself otherwise upright as they wander toward an area with people. "Not Diagon..and what are they wearing..?" It's definitely a different style than what either of them are wearing.

Wishing can be a serious and impactful business in their world. It could explain and solve their situation; it could make it far wilder and more troubling. At least it's a start.

For all the questions Remus has—including why, he has to assume, Sirius's cousin he'd never met (Andromeda, was it?) is treating him like a friend—he decides to follow her lead. Always learn first before drawing conclusions, or you'll only perceive what you conclude.

He follows her gaze and bites his lip, trying to remember. "Looks Retro style. Like a muggle film… 'flappers'—1920's?" …And though it looked so much like London, a moment's silence let him hear people talking around them. "American accents. Could this be New York?" He was pretty sure he'd learned somewhere that New York, aesthetically and structurally, was modeled closely on London.

[ooc: When I went to London from NYC, I was disoriented at how it didn't feel like I'd gone anywhere, 'cause they're so physically similar. The difference hit me more when we returned to NYC and, first thing out of the airport, a woman and a cab driver were screaming at each other, and I was like "Ohhh yeah."]

Her head cocks slightly to the side, listening to the funny accents around them and then nods in agreement. "Definitely like Muggle films in New York!" And there is another nod as she takes a closer look at the clothing. "I reckon '20s too. No one's sad enough for that Depression bit they go through." Not that Tonks is on the full up and up of Muggle History, especially American history. But she's seen enough movies and read a few books enough to know about it at least.

"We're a bit out of place, then." She says with a wry smile at her companion. Looking down at her denim trousers and the t-shirt with David Bowie on it, Tonks realizes that she's definitely out of place. "What is that spell..?" She tries to remember the glamour charm from that part of her Auror training. "I really should have paid more attention in Disguises Training.." But paying attention to something that one could do without a thought was sometimes like paying attention to how one breathes. It's weird. But she does, at least, change up the most recognisable part of herself -- the long pixie cut of pale pink shifts, in length and style and colour. It changes instead to a bob similar to some other women walking past, the colour shifting closer to her mother's and Sirius' darker hair.

"Could always borrow some clothes if someone has them on a line." She says thoughtfully, but that's just an idea if they happen across something like that. As it is, cheering up even more because this looks like a fun adventure, she grins at Remus and links arms with him easy peasey, wandering around and taking in the sights.

As they pass one area that leads down into an alley, there's a voice that calls out to them. "Hey, you two. Why don'cha come over here for a spell?" But there's nobody that the voice belongs to. Literally, there are no bodies around. Just some advert posters on the brick walls, one in particular done of a woman in the Art Deco style of the time.

Tonks, looking confused, arches an eyebrow.

[OOC: They're both very different from my local San Francisco! My first NYC experience included a VERY feisty air hostess yelling at a passenger, then having a cabbie nearly run me and my friend over and another pedestrian hitting the hood of the cab with a LITERAL 'We're walkin' here!' and then 'You girls okay?' all in a very Brooklyn accent. NYC amuses me.]

Disguises Training? That wasn't something offered at Hogwarts… So what would it be for? Then the way she changes her hair—wandless, wordless magic, seeming different than a spell. These were things Sirius would be interested in. Surely he would have mentioned…?

She continues without missing a beat, so Remus tries to keep up. Especially when she threads her arm through his, and he tries to hide his ~~astonishment~~ ~~bewilderment~~ ~~thrill?~~ awkwardness.

Remus stops sharply at the voice. He returns… his companion's confused look, as he continues sweeping the area. He carefully (subtly, he hopes) slips his wand back to his hand from his sleeve and whispers, "Specialis revelio."

The woman in the advert remains in the poster, but otherwise she comes to life, vivacious and flirtatious toward them both. After all, she wants them both to come inside and have a drink. "I knew it! I just knew it." The poster boasts, bouncing on her feet and smiling as she does. "You have the look of some fantastic wizards and witches."

Shimmying her shoulders, the poster motions to the wall just to her left. "Knock twice and take a load off at the Blind Pig Speakeasy!"

Blind. Pig. Speakeasy. Tonks repeats that wordlessly, her confusion melting into pure amusement, then grins at Remus. "Shall we?" But, even as she readies herself to jump into some strange situation, Tonks subtly shifts her wand from its usual place in her back pocket (she never did get an answer from Moody about who exactly got their buttocks blown off. And got threatened more than once after she called him Mad-Butt) into her hand. It isn't held threateningly, or even defensively, but is there in case they need it.

[ooc: please forgive my by-the-pants descriptions! ~~I never watched the Fantastic Beasts movies....~~]

Speakeasy. He's read that word. More '20's muggles' things, maybe more specifically American…?

Well, they're about to find out. He's reassured by her having her wand out, too. He tries to think if he knows any Glamours off the top of his head to do something about 'having the look of some fantastic wizards and witches'—of course the poster is going to be nice, but that still probably means 'entirely wrong for the setting'. …But magickal folk usually are, he reminds himself. So, hope for the best.

He rebalances the wand in his hand and nods to her. (If he needs to catch her attention, say, during a fight, he knows she's 'Tonks'. Hopefully where they're going will yield better to proper introductions and explanations.) "Ready."

[ooc: If you hadn't said, I wouldn't have been able to tell! :-) I liked the first one a lot. I didn't like the second one at all. I don't know if I'll watch a third if it comes out. …But yeah, I think the first is surprisingly sweet.]

Stepping up and knocking on the wall with two smart taps, Tonks steps back and watches in awe as the area rearranges itself, much like the entrance to Diagon Alley. But here, instead of opening up to an open-air marketplace, the entrance gives way to an atmospherically lit hallway.

Before they fully go inside, Tonks pops her head back out and tips an imaginary hat to the advert. "Thanks!"

"Don't think nothing of it, Doll! You two have a great time! Have a Manhattan and tip ya' waitress!"

Laughing softly, Tonks turns back to Remus as the door closes up. "Somehow, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore.."

She looks around as they venture further in, noting the goblins and wizards, and catching sight of a piano and microphone on a small stage. Picking a small booth with its back to the wall, Tonks almost makes it there smoothly.

Almost.

She does knock her hip against the edge of another table, causing an empty glass to tip over and roll cleanly off the tabletop. It breaks and a few people turn to look at her. "Sorry." She says with an apologetic smile, the roots of her hair blooming reddish with the embarrassment.

"I'm not exactly graceful like." She explains sheepishly to Remus as she slides into their booth.

His face creased in a smile that was both self-deprecating and not about himself at all. "Neither 'm I." He stood another moment—a barrier between her and the broken glass, if it was needed, also to observe how they handled it. A server simply magicked it whole again. He wasn't sure why, on top of the entrance and the poster and what it said, he'd wanted further confirmation, but yes: here there be wizards.

He slid onto the bench opposite her, eyes flickering to more of their surroundings, always coming back to her face. I do know you, though… we have met… I never met Sirius's cousin… how do I know you…?

The server made a loop to appear at their booth. If he held any recrimination for the glass, either he didn't show it or didn't attach it to Tonks. "What'll it be, friends?" he asked.

Remus looked quickly at a handwritten board on the wall. Everything seemed to be alcoholic. Ohhhh, right: that was what 'speakeasy' meant. They wouldn't care if he were underage or not.

"Butterbeer, if you have?" Remus knew he might get teased or glared at, but he didn't want to loosen control, on his feelings or his senses. Too much was still unknown.

He didn't care he was underage, either, but he did care about… the… difficulty emotionally balancing, sometimes. People didn't realise or talk about lycanthropy's effect on the human form, too. Even the other three could forget that Remus's mildness was something very carefully maintained, and try to 'loosen him up'.

…Which… huh; would be just like them to plop him into a bar with a beautiful woman… It would be an elaborate illusion or dream charm, but it also made everything seem to make more sense. At the bottom of most inexplicable things—including their befriending him, Remus, in the first place—was Potter and Black.

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Tonks has no opinion either way about what Remus orders to drink. Well, that's not entirely true. She leans in, elbows on the tabletop and chin in flat palms as she listens, because she's entirely too curious as to whether American...pubs? Pubs... have similar drinks as English ones. But that's all it is.

Not that she won't try to loosen him up anyway, but alcohol is unnecessary.

The waiter doesn't react much to the order except to nod and look over to Tonks for her order.

"Do you have a cider?" She's not quite able to hide her enthusiasm when he says that they do. "One of those, please? We'll start a tab, yeah?"

Hands still in her palms, she smiles over at Remus and lifts her eyebrows. "I'm starting to wonder if this isn't a dream, honestly."

Which means..."You have questions, I'd wager. I have questions."

Setting	AU
1. Ancient	a. Soldiers on the same side
2. Middle Ages	b. Arranged marriage
3. 1600s	c. Great new discovery
4. 1700s	d. Childhood friends
5. 1800s	e. Met on the road
6. 1900s	f. Rags and riches
7. Roaring 20s	g. Members of two feuding houses
8. 1940s	h. It's all about the art
9. 1970s	i. Co-conspirators
10. WILDCARD	j. WILDCARD

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Let me know if I should change something!

NOPE, it's perfect! PS Is that a "Bedknobs and Broomsticks" reference?? :-o \o/

Why yes, yes it is! :D

AAAAA LOVE

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