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Tonks grinned at Cepheus. At least someone understood a passionate dislike for the first name in this school. "I'm Nymphadora Tonks. And, like you, Mister Feather, if you call me Nymphadora you will soon find a quill embedded in your eye socket. Much more painful than a hex," she winked.

Instead of shaking his hand, Tonks slapped each side of his in a sideways double-sided high five, then bumped her closed hand into his knuckles. She enjoyed doing that.

"Yeah, apparently people called my dad Tonks too, on occasion. I'm a fourth year, sadly enough. I've actually got to start thinking about what I want to do with my life my goodness your buttons are shiny!" she exclaimed, veering off-topic within the course of a second. She bent down slightly and used Tom's buttons as a mirror. "So, with a name like Cepheus, where do you come up with the nickname Tom?" she asked vaguely as she started strategically turning her hair dark-to-light-green again.

Tonks snorted, breaking off her concentration and sending a neon orange stripe through the green, the same sort of shading and everything. With a wrinkled brow, she critically surveyed the change, and decided she liked it with an approving nod. "I suppose you're right. But...I dunno...it's just so random! At least Tonks is part of my name. I could have also been Ted, Teddy, Nymph, Dora, or Theo," she finished enthusiastically with the last one. "Those are all in my name, Nymphadora Theodore Tonks." She blanched at the sound of her own name. Far too big for such a puny girl like her.

"Ah, well. There's naught much you can dig up with a name like 'Cepheus'," Tom sneered, and laughed. "Theo is a good one, but I still prefer Tonks. Just seems... you." Tom shrugged before noticing the girl that he had bumped into earlier approaching them.

He smiled, but was more interested in what Tonks's reaction would be to a random person coming up to greet her.

Is she outgoing? Is she mean? Is she comical? So far, Tonks had displayed all of these traits with finesse... it was just time to see which one dominated her character.

Tom flicked his ear and waited.

"Wotcher," Tom repeated merrily, eyes alight. He laid back against the table and stretched out his arms. If he had been anyone else, his elbow would've gone in the butter... but Tom had a bit of grace that was not gifted to most of the human race.

Tonks grimaced in a good-natured way. "Honestly, sometimes it isn't all that great. When I was little, my mum had to dress me ridiculously, or she would lose me in a crowd. Metamorphmagi, or at least me as I've never met one, are unable to control the powers at a young age, so I was always randomly morphing until i was about eight. It was dreadful." Her eyes nearly had a wistful look about them before she was back to her chipper self.

"Anyway, the morphing really does nothing for bad hair days. You can grow it and shrink it all you want, but that one spot in the back that always sticks up, will stay there unless intervened with some sort of gel."

Tonks turned around, her eyebrow already raised in her mother's infamous Black fashion that made you want to spill out your deepest darkest secrets and beg the owner of the eyebrow not to kill you for them in the same breath. The corner of her mouth raised in a smirk. "Subtle, mate, very subtle."

Tonks rolled her eyes, smiling, and reached over to punch Tom playfully on the shoulder. She looked at the bulletin board posted in the Entrance Hall to see Professor McGonagall adding the list of Hogsmeade dates. She didn't notice that she was biting her lip nervously. She hated Hogsmeade weekends; all the girls in her dorm were asked out but her. She was just too weird. Perhaps she should take the upper hand and ask a boy. There was this really cute guy in her house.... "Will you excuse me please?"

She made her way through the Entrance Hall and checked the date. This weekend. Otherwise known as two days from now. Perfect. She bit her lip again as she went to Hufflepuff table. Demetrius Howell was surrounded by his friends, and they were all chatting and laughing merrily. They fell silent as she approached. "H-hi Demetrius..." She gulped. "I was wondering..." They kept staring at her. You freak...she thought about herself. "Can I borrow a quill?" She left without waiting for an answer, her face burning like nobody's business.