Order Only: Private message to Albus Dumbledore and Tonks

[alt_charlie]

Right, you're probably on tenterhooks to hear how it went. Sorry, neither one of us can stop giggling for long enough to write an after-action report --

-- look, sorry, I'll apologise right up front, we've been making horrible puns at each other for hours and I don't think I can stop it.

Right. Okay. We got to the site and staked out a reasonable spot an hour or so early. Sirius was worried about MLE being there, so he suggested we bring a tent so if we got caught we could spin a story of Mrs Ponds cheating on her husband with that bloke she went to school with and needing a place where we wouldn't get caught, and it worked a right treat; they gave us the stink-eye, but the Auror who came to check it out was a right git and he thought it was funny, so when I slipped him a few Galleons he left us alone. Anyway, nobody else interrupted us, so the tent was a good idea.

And we did remember to take up the floor so we were on bare grass like you said we should be. Those chants are so funny, you know? Took me three times before I could get through my part without cracking up. Tonks was better at it, but I

...right. Concentrating. Sorry, we've both been so giddy ever since that we had to come hide out in the inn, we didn't trust ourselves on brooms or Apparating. Or, you know, walking without clutching at each other and laughing ourselves stupid and falling down a lot.

Anyway. It did something. Neither of us could really figure out what, and neither of us can put it into words, but we felt this sort of ... whoosh? During, and after, I mean. And not the way people usually mean it. I thought it felt green and golden all over, and warm like you feel when you've got a nice hot cocoa with a bit of brandy in it and you're sitting by the fire, and a bit like a dragon's skin when she's nesting. Tonks said that for her it was like the whole world was a little brighter, a little sharper and more real. But neither of us could put a finger on something and say, conclusively, yes, this is something that happened, this worked.

But like I said, we're both arse over teakettle with giddiness, and, I mean, it's not like we're usually all grim and dour when we're out together, but this is a bit ridiculous. This is going to wear off, right?

(Tonks made me check four times that this was really locked and really a PM. Yes, nosy Nellie, I'm not that bad off.)

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[alt_charlie]

Maybe whoosh isn't the right word? Rush, maybe. Or sploosh? Like water spilling out of a pond?

Oh, dear, now everything's funny again.

[alt_nymphadora]

Just like that. Splooshing.

[alt_charlie]

The word 'sploosh' is suddenly the funniest fucking thing either of us has ever heard.

SPLOOSH.

[alt_charlie]

But it was green. Very green! Not that I saw things that were green, more like the world around me felt the way the color green feels. And I thought for a minute that I smelled oranges. And some kind of flower.

And that clicky bit in my knee isn't clicking anymore! That's awfully nice. Is that something you need to know? What do you need to know from us, anyway?

[alt_nymphadora]

That's how the colour green feels?

Mostly for me, it felt like everything was... the right size. And like I had my balance and every movement was like it ought to be--not clumsy at all, like it always is. I just had... my proper form. That's it. Like I'd settled into my proper shape, and every part was the way it ought to be. No shape-shifting. Just me. And him. Us.

I liked it rather a lot.

[alt_nymphadora]

There were toes. Perfect tooooes. Lots of themm!

[alt_charlie]

You didn't tell me about that part! That sounds lovely.

Although I think your toeses are perfect anyway. They're very cute toes. No matter what they look like at the moment. I always like your variety of toes! It's like a garden of new toes, every time I see them!

Oh, Circe's tits, we are off our nuts.

[alt_nymphadora]

How many tits do you think Circe's got?

[alt_charlie]

As many as she wants! I mean, if I were a witch and I had tits I'd want to have just the proper amount, but who knows how many she thought were right for her?

I wonder if she could morph too.

[alt_nymphadora]

C'mere.


Sploooooosh.

[alt_albus]

Most interesting, Mr Weasley. I do appreciate the thorough report.

You mention oranges, and a flower. Did either of you smell fudge, for example, or licorice, perhaps with a sense of being in a cave?

Was the shade of green you experienced the colour of a Welsh green after shedding the infancy scales, or rather the colour of new grass?

Was there a sense of being a dodecahedron at all? I hope not a pyramid.

Any show of sparks? (Decidedly neither stars, nor from a Periculum charm, but something more akin to the falling of dust through a sunbeam on an autumn afternoon.)

[alt_charlie]

That's a balmy load of questions. But what I wrote was pretty balmy too, so who knows!

Um. No fudge, no licorice. It was more like, oh, oh, lilac! That's what the flower was. And I didn't feel like I was in a cave, more like I was spread out over everything in the world and it was me.

Welsh Green green, but not the adolescent scales, more like the scales of a dam just before she's about to lay? I think that's it, it's hard to remember. It tasted like the green of a really good herbal tea. (Not like the tea. Just like the color of the tea.)

No shapes. Sparks -- I don't remember, not really. I was trying very hard to concentrate on what I was feeling, because you told us both how important it was, but I think we got a bit distracted somewhere in there. I'm sorry.

This is going to wear off, right? Only I have afternoon shift tomorrow and if I show up like this, someone'll lock me in the shed and tell me to sleep it off.

[alt_charlie]

Did it work? I mean, from what you can tell, from what we've told you, can you tell if it worked at all?

I mean, I know you said it might not work, and it's fine if it didn't, only I'm really fucking curious now.

[alt_albus]

Lilacs, indeed. That's most interesting.

The effects should pass in eleven hours or so, if the vector of the calculated effect on the immediate ley lines intersected the line from Jupiter to Polaris at the midpoint, as I believe it did.

As to the rest, Mr Weasley, there are rather a number of factors at play.

[alt_charlie]

Right. If you say so I'll just go make us some cocoa and get under the blankets to catch a bit of nap, then. Ta.