Locked to Ron
Tonks was sprawled out on her stomach in the hall where her bedroom had been assigned. But she wasn't outside her door - no, wasn't anywhere near it. After finishing her escapade with some rare pink champagne she'd found in the kitchens, she'd thought her best course of action was to climb the Astronomy Tower and look at the stars.
But the Astronomy Tower was so far away, and once she'd tripped over the corner of the floor rug, she realized she could see stars just as well on the ceiling of the first floor hallway. But they had gotten rather dull, and now she was flipped on her stomach, tracing patterns in the old rug and singing an old drinking tune under her breath.
"We'll drink beyond the boundaries of sense.
We'll drink 'til we start to see lovely pink elephants.
Inside our heads, inside our beds, inside the threads of our pyjama legs;
So don't shoot till you see the reds of our eyes,
And an army of elephants marching behind.
From the day I was born till the night I will die
All my lovers will be pink and elephantine!" Current Mood: amused