ftlm;; I’M AN ALBATRAOZ

“Hey, you, yes you. Lad with the manageable mop on his head. No offense, actually. You have really nice hair. Anyways, back to my point. Have you seen a broom? An amethyst fire streak,” the young auror gestured with her hands, pointed to a spot where she last left the broom sitting unattended. “I can’t seem to find the damn thing and it’s not ---  appearing anywhere when I try to summon it,” she balled her hands. Frustrated, Tonks attempted the accio charm again. Nothing. The corner where it was suppose to have been, was completely deserted. Nothing but a stone trash bin and litter floating in the air into the trash bin. The very bin she tried questioning with transfiguration spell to get the bin talking. Impatient and anxious to find her broom, the spell completely flopped on her. Nothing was working! “Merlin, bloody shite. Mind helping an auror in her desperate time in need?” 

“What, is it blasphemy to have my own opinion? I like Potter, I really do but y’know I just think he a bit in overhead his head sometimes. Like, he acts as if he can’t ask for help. And, as auror --- well I’m not carrying around this badge for nothing,” she replied collectedly. Tonks casually reminded others she was never afraid to speak her mind. “Bullocks, you’re worth like twelve Malfoys! Honestly mate, the world can do with more Longbottoms running around.”

Remus Lupin: You're a metamorphmagus.