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Andromeda Tonks Samples
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001/1ST WAR Baby on her hip, Andromeda made her way into the Ministry of Magic. Normally it was not a good idea to take Nymphadora into public. Especially to a place like the Ministry. As a general rule Andromeda tried not to take her daughter where there were breakables, where quiet was required, or where there were rooms she wasn't allowed to go into. (Nymphy, Andi well knew, could get into just about any room she wanted to, and often Andromeda had to make a scene to get her out.) However, it couldn't be avoided today. She had to get to Mungo's for a practical immediately. There was an emergency procedure that she was supposed to be watching. And the only way she could think to do that was to drop Nymphy off with her Pappa at the Ministry. He wouldn't be entirely pleased, and it would probably cause an argument, but Andromeda had to get to this practical. So she would just have to figure out a way to make it up to Ted later. That is, if they didn't argue too badly. Sometimes when they fought, they really fought. It was getting more and more frequently, lately. Minerva had said the "honeymoon period" was over and that the "newness" of being married was wearing off. Andromeda was pretty sure it was just life being life. And she really wished it would stop.

Stepping into the elevator behind three people, Andromeda reached forward to hit the button for her floor. And of course the little mimic decided that she wanted to push buttons too. Before Andromeda could yank her daughter away, Nymphadora had hit at least six other buttons. "Sorry, sorry," she mumbled to the other occupants of the elevator. She stepped back away from the buttons, giving her daughter the scolding eye. "Nymphy, no-no. No more touching. You hear Mum? No more." Reaching for her mother's nose, Nymphadora only morphed in response. Her nose now matched her mother's in every way except for size. "What am I going to do with you?" She sighed, kissing her daughter on the faux-nose. "No, no. No mo'. No mo'. No no," the toddler babbled and Andromeda rolled her eyes. "Come on, my little chameleon," she mumbled as the door slid open, "we're off to see Pappa." To which, of course, she replied by bouncing and squirming in Andromeda's arms singing "Pappa. Pappa. Pappa!"


1st Person Samples
001/1ST WAR I have no idea why anyone would think that I have time to write in this journal. Between being a newly-wed, raising my exceptional daughter, and studying to become a mediwitch I don't even have time to sleep. Nymphy is a handful on her own. If both Ted and I could stay home with her all the time, I doubt we'd be able to keep her from getting into trouble. She's a menace. An adorable little roly poly chubby ball of adorable fun and giggles... but that doesn't make her any less of a menace. Sometimes I think I need to put a tracker on that girl! I could lose her in the crowd. Not because I'm a bad mother, but because she can become anyone she wants to. She just thinks it and suddenly I have no idea which child is mine. Not to mention the stares I get when my toddler decides that bright pink or purple are the perfect colors for hair and skin. She even covered herself with hair the other day. Ted thought it was just hilarious. So I made him change her nappy. See if he thinks it's funny anymore!

Besides Nymphy (it's so hard to even say that because as I write she's sitting in my lap teething on the corner of my journal) I haven't been doing much other than studying. You wouldn't believe how much you need to know to perform medicinal charms and create healing potions. At this rate I'll graduate the same time my daughter does. I hardly have time to go into Mungo's to do my practicals. And when I do, it's only when Ted is home from work. And then I feel so bad leaving him with Nymphy. He loves her, but he's so exhausted and she's just a big ball of energy. Not to mention I feel like we never get time to ourselves. And-

Oh, slithering Salazar! I let my quill run away with my thoughts sometimes. Or my thoughts run away with my quill. I've got to get this little one to bed (I hope!) and study for tomorrow's practical. And then hopefully have time for my husband. Siri, let me know if you need anything. And stop by to see me next time they let you out! I know Nymphy would love it. And I miss you. Give Regulus my love, even if he won't hear of it.