At Wonka's Candy Shoppe, Friday mid-morning

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In the midst of all the torrent of red bows allllll over the town (which makes Kiki feel both festive and aptly-dressed), there is one single bright purple bow. It is tied to the smooth, hand-carved handle of a brand-new broom which has been left leaning against the door to the shoppe.

A small, white tag dangles from the bow. It reads, "Tonks - I hope you can use it! -Kiki."

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Tonks's face lit up as she read the tag. "Oh..." she said breathlessly, grinning brightly.

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A tall, pale girl all in black enters the shop. Her hands are stuffed in her pockets, and she looks tense. Don't look now, but her white, curly hair is re-arranging itself as if it's alive.
The moment she comes in, she makes a beeline for the closest chocolate display and stares at it. She may or may not be drooling a little.

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"Oh, hello!" Tonks greeted brightly, with a warm wave.

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Susan looks up at the greeting, and gives her best attempt at a smile. Oddly, it sort of works, in a glazed, drug-addict kind of way. Proximity to so much chocolate is giving her goosebumps.
"I need... chocolate. Good chocolate, not that cheap rubbish you can get." She turns away from the display and surveys the brightly-coloured individual before her, and a real smile pulls at her lips.
"No nougat. Definitely, no nougat. No chocolate-covered nuts or coffee beans. Orange creams, cherry liqueurs - you know, the good stuff." She waggles her eyebrows in what she hopes is a conspiritorial manner. "Can you help me?"