Nymphadora B. Tonks

Dora gives Iago a very tight hug, hanging on even after he tries to set her down, giggling a bit as she dangles from her arms around his neck. Finally releasing him to go to work, Dora waves at him as he leaves through the front door.

Once it's shut, she turns to look at (Real) Jack who tends to be her caregiver during the days that Iago and Xellos are both working. "So what are we doing today, Jack?"

She doesn't remember going to bed last night. Really everything after she climbed out the window to try to go home was a bit of a blur. She does know that Professor McGonagall was there on the grass when she landed, and that she told her over and over that this was just a place with good and bad people. She wants to believe her, and mostly does. But she remembers what her grandpapa the vicar taught her about Hell: a place with demons and monsters and Bad people. And she's met demons here. And monsters. And Bad people.

But Dora knows she's not bad- even the demon said so and there are nice people here. So she takes out her crayons and paper and makes a list- Mummy always said lists were helpful to her.

It's not as easy as she thinks it should be. Crowley is a demon- but he's nice and doesn't want to eat her soul like a biscuit. And Xellos... she wants to put him into the Good category, because he's taking care of her and he hugs her lots. But... This is confusing. She puts Auntie Bella onto the bad list even though she's not here then crosses her name out because she doesn't want her showing up in Margate.

In the end she gives up because it's not supposed to be this hard. And she's just going to have to believe what McGonagall tells her and what her heart says. Daddy always said that she had to trust her heart first.

Looking at the newly, magically redecorated room (courtesy of McGonagall), Dora can't help but giggle. It's perfect, she thinks. Even if she had originally wanted blue-green walls- this was even better. She certainly didn't want Xellos to be reminded of crazy people, and her Daddy had always said that green walls were for hospitals anyway. But this was bright and happy and the yellow comforter matched her nightdress just perfectly- she wondered if she might be able to blend in like Professor McGonagall had said when Dora announced the colour for the bed. If she did then when Xellos or Iago came to tuck her in, they wouldn't be able to see her.

She'll have to test that out tonight at bedtime.

Dora looks around the beach, feeling a bit tired and oddly heavy, so she sits down on the sand next to her dropped bag. She looks down at her clothes which hang off of her tiny frame. Wriggling a bit frees her of the ripped denims which jangle with the obvious sound of coins. Dora pushes her little hand into the pockets and take out the contents and puts them into the zippered side of her bag.

She shifts under her purple jumper which now is more like a overly large dress then tugs her too-large socks up her legs. There is little she can do with the oversized black boots which encase both of her feet and most of her calves. But she's warm and not very hungry.

Shielding her eyes with one hand, Dora looks around, smiling as she recognizes Margate from trips here with her parents. Her brows knit as her stomach does a strange flip-flop at the thought of her Dad but she can't seem to remember why it would do that. But she figures he'll come along at some point. He's probably gone for some tea so she'll just wait...

And maybe make a sandcastle.