What happens when opposites attract?
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A further three days had passed since Tonks' encounter with Moody's training methods. Over the course of those days, the head of the violet haired witch was buried within pages of books that her mentor had asked, well commanded, her to read.
" 'The History Of Duelling', You've been a pleasure but our time together has come to an end. I'll miss you and the kids; don't forget me or the memories we shared on page three hundred and seventy four." Yawned the tired voice of Dora. She had spent the whole day reading the book as Mad-Eye had complained that her duelling tactics were predictable.
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"Predictable? It's duelling!" the exasperated witch objected, only receiving a disagreeing shake of the head from Alastor. "You throw a hex at me and I block it. There are only a small number of blocking charms and counter curses. But I suppose you want me to make one up on the spot." She explained, mumbling the last sentence.
Unbeknownst to the witch, Moody had heard every word. "Don't be ridiculous Nymphadora. Of course I don't want you to make up your own counter-curse mid-duel. You're talented. That's why we're even having this damned conversation. Why do you think you were chosen to join the order? It's no secret that you were at the top of your class when attending Hogwarts, so why be so foolish?" He snapped.
Tonks just waved her wand and muttered a single word. "Repellam." Much to her surprise, a broad globe surrounded her momentarily but was quickly broken when the surprised witch stopped focusing. Had she done it? Had she found another shield charm? Briskly taken from her thoughts, the sound of Mad-Eye's peg leg grew louder, forcing Tonks to look up, smirking slightly.
"Better. Much better. But I expect you to read this," He said, handing her a dated and leather-bound book. It could have easily been hundreds of years old. But much to her surprise the inside looked fairly new and well-preserved. "Trust me it will help."
"I have to read," she looked at the spine. " 'A history of duelling'? But I thought-"
"By the end of the week. No excuses." Grumbled Moody.
"And if I'm captured by death eaters?" asked the witch, trying to rile him up.
"Well, you better hope they like reading bedtime stories to their prisoners."
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The sun was quickly fading, as if it were hiding from the moon which seemed to be chasing the gargantuan star into hiding. Tonks pushed herself up from the crowded floor of her living area, accidentally letting her hand slip on a piece of paper and sending her straight back down to the laminate flooring. Her eyes were met with that of a spider which sent her into a blind panic. The witch had never scrambled to her feet so quickly in her life. Jumping onto a chair next to the small, circular table, Tonks unsheathed her wand from her pocket, pointing it at the small arachnoid.
