This is not right. I am supposed to be studying!
Seventeen-year-old Nymphadora Tonks though that she already had her fair share of being scolded all through her life, so she almost never scolded herself. Then why did she had to deal with this unfamiliar voice in her mind telling her that she shouldn’t be here on the grounds, playing with Fang?
Because only two days later, she was taking her NEWTs. And if she wanted to be an Auror, she had to study. Tonks might not seem to care about the exams from the outside, but she actually did; if she was not going to be an Auror, she was going to be nothing. It was this certain for her, and the idea of failing was scaring her to death.
Then why am I still here?
“Okay Fang, I have to go and study now,” she said, standing up from where she had knelt on the grass. Fang growled in protest. Ignoring him, Tonks started to walk away, but a few steps later, Fang ran forward and stood on her way.
“Don’t let me jinx you,” Tonks sighed tiredly, but her warning didn’t affect the dog a bit. So in the blink of an eye, Tonks drew her wand and had him jinxed. Painful-looking pimples started to grow on Fang’s face. Eyes widening, Tonks snapped her hand to her mouth – she couldn’t believe what she had done!
“F-Fang, are you okay?” she asked, looking closely at the whining dog. Fang’s head snapped up, and he glared murderously at her. Tonks involuntarily took a step back.
“I-I’m sorry...” she stammered, but before she could finish, the dog leapt forward with a furious bark. Letting out a shrill scream, Tonks turned and broke out into a run.
“Stop chasing me!” she shouted as she sprinted, but the dog simply ran faster, barking madly.
I was supposed to be studying!
She crushed into someone.
Not looking up to see who it was, she jumped behind the person, hiding.
“Miss Tonks! What are you doing?!” cried a surprised voice, and all thoughts of the chasing dog flew from Tonks’ mind. She looked up, and came face to face with a dangerous looking Professor McGonnagal.
Fang’s barks saved her from the awkwardness.
Turning swiftly, McGonnagal pointed her wand at the dog, and the next moment, Fang slowly collapsed on his side, immobilized.
Tonks slowly straightened, smoothing her robes. Her cheeks were burning.
“I won’t even ask for an explanation,” said McGonnagal sternly. “I’d expect even you
to be studying, Miss Tonks, instead of... fooling around.”
“Yes, Professor. Erm.... thank you,” Tonks murmured in a small voice. She turned, and trudged away through the castle. As guilt began to settle in her stomach, she defiantly held her chin up, trying to suppress the voice in her mind. She was going to fix this; she’d make it up to Fang at her first chance.
But now, her destination was the library.