Title: Ways of Seeing
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Couple used: Moody/Tonks
Ratings/Warnings: 1st/2nd Yrs - Mild Profanity
A/N: These are very bad and unbeta'd, but I figured I'd get them in for the participation points.
Tonks checked her appearance in the mirror of the Muggle car before making her way into Grimmauld Place. Her usual spiky bubblegum-pink hair was set off perfectly by a new pair of sunglasses – electric blue, heart-shaped ones. She couldn’t wait to see the look on Mad-Eye’s face when he saw them – he disapproved of most of her wardrobe, but these sunglasses were especially bright and peppy, so he was sure to be especially irritated by them.
She entered the house and quietly made her way to the narrow stone staircase. Muffled voices could be heard from below. She entered the kitchen, where most of the members of the Order of the Phoenix were already assembled, and moved to the end of the table where Mad-Eye and Kingsley were poring over a piece of parchment.
“Wotcher, Kingsley,” she said with a grin. He looked up, his eyes flickering to her sunglasses before replying in his slow, deep voice.
“Hello, Tonks,” he said before looking back down at the parchment. Mad-Eye’s response was not so calm. For a split second, both of his eyes were trained on the glasses.
“What are those things?” he growled with a vehemence that even caught Tonks off guard.
“They’re sunglasses,” she replied, recovering herself. “We young people wear them to protect our eyes from the sun. And also to look cool.”
“Well, there’s no sun in here,” Mad-Eye said crossly. “Take the damned things off.”
“What do you care?” Tonks exclaimed. He usually wasn’t this nasty about her wardrobe. Generally he kept it to snide complaints about nonsensical fashions among teenagers.
“I care because they make you look ridiculous,” Moody growled.
“Well, it’s none of your business what I wear, old man,” Tonks replied, feeling chagrined rather than amused by Mad-Eye’s disapproval.
“I’m the one who has to look at you all day.”
Tonks was about to reply when Kingsley cleared his throat. She stepped back and mentally shook herself. What was that all about? Why did it matter if she wore sunglasses or not? It was at that moment that she realised that her glasses were exactly the same shade of blue as Moody’s magical eye. She had never known Mad-Eye to be affected by trivial things like this. Perhaps she should lay off... perhaps there was something going on with Moody that she didn’t know about.
Tonks grabbed the glasses of her head and shoved them in her pocket. She could always wear them later, when she actually had need of them.
After the meeting, Tonks was standing outside once again in the bright sunlight. She wrapped her hand around the sunglasses in her pocket and pulled them out, placing them carefully on her head.
“Hello, Tonks,” a voice said behind her. She turned and grinned brightly as Remus descended the steps towards her.
“Nice glasses,” he said with a raised eyebrow.
“Thanks,” she replied.
Mad-Eye swivelled his magical eye up to the ground floor while keeping his normal eye on the parchment Kingsley was showing him.
“That girl is finally here,” he growled.
“Tonks?” Kingsley replied, “Good. We can start the meeting soon.”
Mad-Eye kept his eye trained on Tonks as she made her way down the stairs. She was displaying some sort of newfangled fashion in the form of sunglasses perched on the top of her hair. Moody immediately grew stony.
“What is it, Mad-Eye?” Kingsley asked in a concerned voice. But Moody didn’t hear him. His mind was far away.
“You’ll have to wear these sunglasses for a month. Too much light will damage the retina of your new eye.”
The Healer smiled brightly as he handed Moody the dark, nondescript black sunglasses. His mind was still dazed and fuzzy from the drugs they had given him and from the whirlwind of events that had led to his eye transplant. He looked at the Healer’s face blankly.
“And how long... how long until I can -- ?”
“Sight should return to your eye in about the same time period. The... extra sight--” Here the Healer paused, looking excited. “Should develop soon after that.”
A voice cut through Moody’s memory, and he shook himself back into reality.
“Nothing, it’s nothing,” he growled when he saw Kingsley looking at him. Moody tried to focus back on the parchment, but at that moment Tonks entered the kitchens, and his magical eye seemed to be glued to her gaudy sunglasses. He could feel himself slipping back into the folds of his memories.
He looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. His dark-tinted sunglasses would hide his eyes from anyone else, but he could see the bulbous blue eye fixed onto its own reflection. He could see everything. He was pleased with his enhanced sight – not for the reasons his idiotic Healer was, but because it gave him the crucial advantage that was necessary in his line of work.
He reached his hand up to his face. He had never been a vain man, but for some reason he hesitated when the moment came to finally take the glasses off. Would his comrades flinch at the sight of him now? Would his enemies? He didn’t know. He took the sunglasses off and turned away.
He was certain he would see them if they did flinch