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Luna Lovegood

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In Memoriam - Open Oct 19, 2016 15:37:12 GMT

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Post by Luna Lovegood on Oct 19, 2016 15:37:12 GMT

The Fountain of Magical Bretheren had certainly changed a few times in Luna's lifetime and each addition was more offensive than the last. Nothing came close to it's current form. A Wizard was locked in battle with a centaur, asserting it's dominance while a house elf coward in fear, shying away from the battle and embracing the safety of the Wizard's protection. It was sickening, and spoke of wizard arrogance, opulence and frivolity, the statue was made out of glittering gold. The willowy witch stood in the atrium, face set in disgust and arms crossed over her chest. The wizard's face was frozen with a smug, self assured grin and Luna thought it repulsive.

This was what she was hoping to fight against with their little demonstration. Her feeling of loss and heavy heart was the Ministry's fault. The harder they pushed on werewolves, stripping away their rights and treating them like animals, the more radicals they would spawn. Anyone with eyes could see that Tonks was no accidental victim, her death had to mean something. The Ministry would have one believe that her death meant werewolves were dangerous no matter how much they tried insisted they had their transformations under control. There were whispers, very quiet whispers, that the wolf responsible was none other than Remus Lupin. A result of bad wolfsbane or poorly placed protective wards. That would ignore the evidence, their cellar door was intact and their front door was splintered. The fur found on Tonks was even different than Professor Lupin's wolfy fur.

There were familiar faces among the crowd that buzzed through the Ministry, auror friends and Order members. Tonks was such a popular woman, well loved for her upbeat and fun loving nature, that her demonstration would undoubtedly be successful. Luna checked her watch before leaving the fountain and heading towards the center of the atrium. She wore a Weird Sister's t-shirt and had charmed her normally wispy blonde hair into a bright shade of bubblegum pink in honor of the occasion. She even managed to run a brush through her newly colored locks, a rarity for her.

Luna pressed the tip of her own wand against her throat, casting a non verbal Sonorus charm. "Nine days ago, the wizarding world lost a beautiful light." Her voice carried and projected, reaching the back walls and rattling the faux windows. "Tonks was a wonderful person, she dedicated her life to fighting the darkness and believed in standing up for what's right when you saw what was wrong. The Ministry is trying to divide us." Her voice caught a jagged, teary edge but she pushed on. "They want us to believe that our own friends are dangerous. They hope we will be too busy fighting among ourselves to notice as they appoint themselves more power than any governing body should have. We need to stand up for our friends when the Ministry begins to make it impossible for them to stand up for themselves. It may just be werewolves and other 'dangerous' beings now, but tomorrow the Ministry could be stripping you of your rights and you'll be looking for someone to stand up for you."

Luna's dreamy blue gaze swept over the gathered crowd, watching for signs of aurors. No one had tried to intervene yet and that was a positive sign. "Tonks loved a werewolf, despite the risks and the hardships. Their life wasn't perfect and it wasn't easy, but they loved each other and they made it work. Love will always prevail. History has shown us that. Raise your wands to honor her memory, to tell the Ministry that you will choose love for your magical brethren over hate and fear." With that, Luna's voice died down. With a flourish of her wand the tip of it illuminated and she rose it high into the air, defiance written clear across her face.

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I tagged people who responded to the owl, but anyone with a particular interest in Tonks or creature rights may join. People who disagree with what Luna is preaching may also join to voice their displeasure or react negatively.

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In Memoriam - Open Oct 21, 2016 0:37:26 GMT

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Post by Crystal Meadowes on Oct 21, 2016 0:37:26 GMT

Quite a crowd had gathered in the Ministry lobby today, some to support Tonks and others to ‘keep an eye on the disturbance.’ The auror department seemed a little divided on where it stood. Tonks had been well-liked, but this little event seemed to be spitting in the Ministry’s face. And that made a few people nervous. Someone had even dared to condemn Luna for politicizing Tonks’ death, to which Crystal had coldly retorted they weren’t doing anything the Ministry hadn’t already tried. Honestly, come of her colleagues were damned thick.

Her auror badge was displayed proudly on her belt as she headed into the lobby to join the other. A silent middle finger to the Ministry to let there were people on their payroll who wouldn’t stand for what they were trying to do here. She had even donned a Weird Sisters shirt, a Christmas gift from Tonks, and was pleased to see Luna had gotten the same idea. Crystal’s face was hard as she walked over to join a group from the Order. Almost as if she were daring the Ministry to try and stop this. There were several reporters gathered around the edges of the growing crowd, most of whom Crystal wouldn’t trust as far as she could throw them. Although she did catch sight of Rebecca O’Brien scribbling in a reporter’s notebook. Crystal didn’t know much about the woman, but she had been in the same house as two of the reporter’s siblings. It was enough to know they were good people. There had even been some talk of recruiting Hannah O’Brien for the Order. Besides, it only took reading a few of the older Ms. O’Brien’s pieces to know the Ministry didn’t own her soul like it did most of the Daily Prophet staff. And she seemed far more likely to give werewolves a fair shake than most of her colleagues. Whatever happened here today, she could be counted on to give an accurate account. Her sister-in-law was also there with her, a blonde woman who worked as a beast liaison and seemed to be doing her best to combat the recent Ministry legislation. Claire even had tears in her eyes, which made sense given she had been in the same year and house as Tonks. They had probably been friends at one point.

There wasn’t much time to think about those connections though because Luna pulled out her wand soon after Crystal arrived. Her magically projected voice quickly filled the atrium. Crystal nodded allowing, swallowing hard to ease the growing tightness in her throat. They weren’t going to let the loss of Tonks be in vain. Maybe her death and the Ministry’s twisting of it would finally wake up the magical community. Crystal’s vision blurred a bit as she illuminated the tip of her wand and defiantly raised it high in honor of one of the best people she had ever known. The Ministry grew infinitely brighter as others around her did the same, a hundred tiny lights brightening the metaphorical darkness. Across the atrium Claire O’Brien had raised her wand as well, and Rebecca O’Brien had stopped writing to give this moment the quiet honor it deserved. The sight of two people who were only tenuously connected to this moment still looking so solemn gave Crystal a spark of hope. The Ministry hadn’t blinded everyone. Not yet. And she was determined that it never would. She was going to keep fighting until it was finally over for good. For Tonks.

(OOC - I couldn't help sneaking in a few O'Briens as NPCs. Claire's up for adoption if anyone's interested!)

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In Memoriam - Open Oct 21, 2016 4:01:08 GMT

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Post by Harry Potter on Oct 21, 2016 4:01:08 GMT

Harry could never get used to losing people. He supposed that this was a good thing, in a way - nobody wanted to get used to death, to it sneaking in the door when nobody was looking or violently ripping a loved one away. He'd had a lot of practice, he supposed, particularly in recent years, but it was never easier. No, it was never easier.

Nymphadora Tonks had been a beautiful light that had gone out - too fast. Too harshly. It had taken Harry a little while to realize that yes, this was real, he wasn't going to see Tonks again for brunch, or at work, or when babysitting the twins and claiming to her with an innocent expression that no, he was not corrupting her children. It had taken some time to sink in that Remus was once again alone, that his children were motherless, and that there was a new hole in the fabric of their lives that was Tonks-shaped.

He hadn't much time to mourn, honestly. There was the problem of justice, for two people under house arrest, the problem of the Ministry and the Prophet instantly twisting the occasion to anti-creature sentiment without a thought for Tonks or the people who loved her. Harry hadn't wanted to let that slide, but he wasn't sure how - until Luna, bless her heart, had thought of something. There was no better way to take a stand for Tonks and what they all believed in, and then they would be able to go and mourn.

He'd replied to Luna as fast as he could, and he'd been one of the first down to the Atrium, clearing a space for people with an innocent, blank stare and standing planted firmly near Luna before she began to speak. Harry hadn't dyed his hair or changed - he was still in uniform, but he thought that sent enough of a message. Underneath, he was wearing a shirt Tonks had given him once that she'd put through the wash and changed the colour of - you could just see the colourful edge under his collar.

He had his wand ready, hand relaxed on its base, hoping against hope that there wouldn't be a dissolution into violence as there had been at the creature rally. And he listened to Luna speak, appreciatively, his gaze encouraging on his friend's face. When she was done, Harry murmured, "For Tonks," and raised his wand high, stance changing from defensive to something triumphant and sad. Wands around him started to rise as well, making a constellation in the dimly lit Atrium - almost enough to obscure the statue they were standing by.