Sophie Is A Geek
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sophieisgodThe first round of Hogsmeade results are up, and my eulogy for Tonks placed second! I got points! Anyway, I knocked it up 20 minutes before the deadline, and it's painfully cheesy to read, but I may as well post it. Because I hate you all and want you to share in my pain.
It's from Andromeda's POV, just so you know.
It’s a strange feeling, when your daughter rejects the name you chose for her. When she rails against it on a daily basis, it stings a little bit. It’s almost as if she’s disowning you. It’s as if she’s disowning herself. But then, my Nymphadora spent her whole life reinventing who she was, consciously and unconsciously. And then, just as she had found the person that she wanted to be, she was taken from us. It seems so cruel.
I think it was always hard for Nymphadora. Harder than she ever told us, anyway. It must have been so exhausting, trying to establish an identity for herself, when there was so much about her that didn‘t really fit. She was the girl whose appearance was in constant flux; she was descended from one of the most ancient pure-blood families, and from a Muggle-born; she was the Auror who made loud noises and tripped over a lot. And yet, while she was trying to reconcile these aspects of who she was, everyone who knew her saw something that was utterly, indefinably Tonks. She just never seemed to realise.
And then she fell in love. With a werewolf. It would be a lie to say that her father and I were thrilled, but, barring the odd abandonment crisis, we came to see how fiercely she and Remus loved each other, how well they complemented each other. Where he was restrained, she was open to a fault. He steadied her, and she brought light back into his world. For the first time in her life, he made her feel as if she had a place in the world. When Remus called her ‘Dora’, she didn’t complain. And the two of them, together, gave me my perfect grandson, Teddy, who will always know how much they loved him.
It was love that sent Nymphadora to Hogwarts on the night that she and Remus were killed. Love for her husband, that would not allow her simply to stand and watch while he fought; love for her son, that spurred her to fight for a better world for him. She could have stayed at home. She didn’t. So now I say goodbye to my beautiful, brave daughter, Nymphadora Tonks-Lupin. She was a wife, and a mother. She was an Auror, and a warrior. She was a lover, and she was loved.
Ugh, that wasn't a eulogy, that was me wanking on and on and IT'S ALL ABOUT REMUS, REALLY. I suck :)
It's from Andromeda's POV, just so you know.
It’s a strange feeling, when your daughter rejects the name you chose for her. When she rails against it on a daily basis, it stings a little bit. It’s almost as if she’s disowning you. It’s as if she’s disowning herself. But then, my Nymphadora spent her whole life reinventing who she was, consciously and unconsciously. And then, just as she had found the person that she wanted to be, she was taken from us. It seems so cruel.
I think it was always hard for Nymphadora. Harder than she ever told us, anyway. It must have been so exhausting, trying to establish an identity for herself, when there was so much about her that didn‘t really fit. She was the girl whose appearance was in constant flux; she was descended from one of the most ancient pure-blood families, and from a Muggle-born; she was the Auror who made loud noises and tripped over a lot. And yet, while she was trying to reconcile these aspects of who she was, everyone who knew her saw something that was utterly, indefinably Tonks. She just never seemed to realise.
And then she fell in love. With a werewolf. It would be a lie to say that her father and I were thrilled, but, barring the odd abandonment crisis, we came to see how fiercely she and Remus loved each other, how well they complemented each other. Where he was restrained, she was open to a fault. He steadied her, and she brought light back into his world. For the first time in her life, he made her feel as if she had a place in the world. When Remus called her ‘Dora’, she didn’t complain. And the two of them, together, gave me my perfect grandson, Teddy, who will always know how much they loved him.
It was love that sent Nymphadora to Hogwarts on the night that she and Remus were killed. Love for her husband, that would not allow her simply to stand and watch while he fought; love for her son, that spurred her to fight for a better world for him. She could have stayed at home. She didn’t. So now I say goodbye to my beautiful, brave daughter, Nymphadora Tonks-Lupin. She was a wife, and a mother. She was an Auror, and a warrior. She was a lover, and she was loved.
Ugh, that wasn't a eulogy, that was me wanking on and on and IT'S ALL ABOUT REMUS, REALLY. I suck :)
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Date: 2007-12-23 10:15 pm (UTC)It is epic (http://community.livejournal.com/robinhoodbbc/610538.html#cutid1).
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Date: 2007-12-23 11:04 pm (UTC)B. A. M. F.
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Date: 2007-12-23 11:15 pm (UTC)Poor Allan, though. But then there has to be CONSEQUENCES FOR THE BETRAYAL. But, you know, when I was casually watching last year, when Harry Lloyd hadn't even registered with me (yes, there was once so dark a time), I preferred Allan/Djaq to Will/Djaq. Huh. But now I'm INVESTED.
*bounces*