Tonks laughed. “No, not much use for polyjuice, though I did quite well at it as I recall. The whole class was very anxious to see what form my partner would take.” Honks.
The hot, summer air was thick with dust and sweat and the smell of charred flesh. His wand felt as though it was fused to the palm of hand – a slim holly and phoenix-feather extension of his arm. HarryTonks
The boys have misbehaved. Hermione is not impressed. How will they get themselves out of this mess? H/R/Hr, F/A mentioned. WARNING: contains trio shippy goodness and slash.