She was beautiful, that was Alisa's first thought.
Not in the delicate, ornamental way Hogwarts encouraged in portraits and prefect badges, but in a lived-in way—boots worn at the edges, posture relaxed yet coiled, like someone who trusted their balance because they'd been tested by it.
"Careful," the witch said mildly, leaning one shoulder against a tree. "Periphery only. Don't go charging off into the forest unless you fancy finding out which bits bite back."
Alisa stopped where she was. She didn't reach for her wand, not feeling in danger.
The witch straightened a little, eyes flicking over her with casual efficiency. Serious stance, but she smiled, friendly and sharp all at once.
"I'm Auror Tonks," she said. "I'm meant to be making sure the forest doesn't eat students or vice versa. You're… not a student."
It wasn't a question.
"No," Alisa said.
"Visiting academic?" Tonks tried. "Curse-breaker? Weirdly intense alumna with unfinished business?"
Alisa watched her, measured her, and gave only what was necessary. "Alisa Novikova."
Tonks blinked. Once. Her smile didn't fade, but something behind it sharpened, as if a lens had been adjusted.
"Right," she said slowly. "Well. You're interesting."
Alisa felt it then—a subtle shift, the attention tightening as a thread pulled too far.
Tonks inhaled, nostrils flaring slightly, then tilted her head. Her eyes moved, not scanning her clothes, but something beneath, something Alisa had spent her last few days ensuring never registered.
"Oh," Tonks said.
She didn't sound shocked. She sounded amused if nothing else.
"Well," she added, rubbing the back of her neck, "that answers a few questions."
Alisa's fingers twitched. "Which questions?"
Tonks looked at her directly.
"You're not just female…" she said. "Well, I guess you are. But that's not a polyjuice, or some kind of glamour. Not transfiguration residue either."
A pause.
"You've got a dick, and that's the first time I've seen someone like you."
The forest seemed to hold its breath.
Alisa said nothing.
Tonks exhaled. "Relax. I'm a Metamorph—meaning that I've got full control of my body, and by full, I mean complete control. That's how I managed to notice your… dick."
She grimaced. "Sorry. Probably not how you wanted that discovered."
Alisa studied her face for mockery, revulsion, or anything else.
She found none.
"You're… cool about it?" Alisa asked softly.
"Yeah, sure," Tonks replied. "Because one, it's none of my business unless you make it my business. And two—" She shrugged. "I've worn bits I wasn't born with, too. Comes with the territory."
That earned her a flicker of surprise.
Tonks seized it gently. "It's curious, though. Alisa Novikova. I'm sure you're not in the Ministry files, and I'd know. Where did you come from?"
Alisa let out a breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding.
"You're not reporting this?" she asked.
Tonks snorted. "Report what? That a stranger exists and is complicated?" Her grin softened. "I report threats. Curses. Monsters. Paperwork crimes against humanity. You don't ping any of those."
A beat.
"Well," she amended, "unless you are a monster. In which case, you're doing a terrible job of it."
Something inside Alisa eased, just a fraction.
"I prefer privacy," she said quietly.
Tonks nodded immediately. "Done. You have it."
Then, after a pause, more serious: "But if you need anything, anything at all. Find me. I don't care what it's going to be about. I'll help you."
Alisa considered her.
An Auror. A Metamorph. Someone who knew her truth and was very calm about it, supportive even.
"Thank you," she said eventually.
Tonks brightened, as if she'd won something small but important. "Any time. I'm on perimeter duty three nights a week. I tell bad jokes. I steal pudding. And I'm very good at pretending I saw nothing at all."
She stepped back, giving Alisa space without making a show of it.
"Oh," Tonks added, almost casually, "and if anyone ever gives you grief over… well. Any of that—" she gestured vaguely at Alisa's existence, "—they'll have to go through me first. Occupational hazard."
Alisa inclined her head.
As she turned back toward the castle, she felt seen and understood!
Tonks had one last thing to say, though.
"Of course, if you want to," she paused, "test your dick… I'd be more than glad to help you out. We could go in turns…"
Alisa blushed—hard—and left without acknowledging Tonks' words.
It took her all of her considerable will to walk away without running, and that was while feeling stiff down there as well.
However, the metamorph's words wouldn't stop repeating in her head.
Did she want to have sex with her?
Boje moi… Da.
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