Twisted Deviant

Tonks dived beneath the waves of the lake, gently kicking with her feet as her eyes adjusted to the watery atmosphere. She vaguely wondered if Harry had felt this disorientated when he plunged into the lake’s depths during the Tri Wizard Tournament. With nary a conscious thought, her body adjusted to the watery climate, adapting in such away that she felt no need to breathe in the traditional manner. Nymphadora Tonks was not what one would call a conventional witch. Besides being one of the few female Aurors employed by the Ministry of Magic, she also had the rare distinction of being the only Metamorphmagus in England, an ability that allowed her to change her appearance, and body make-up at will. In the distance, she could hear the strange, eerie musical language of the mer-people which inhabited the bottom the lake. It twined around her seductively, and she moved instinctively towards the sound. Bits of seaweed coiled about her legs as she floated down. The giant squid, ever c