[Tonks has been conspicuously absent the last few days. When the recording device clicks on, it quickly becomes apparent why ( Read more... )

[The book starts recording just in time for a loud crash to issue somewhere in the near background. It sounds like a metal pan hitting a tile floor.]

Woops! Sorry about that. No harm done...

[A few seconds pass, as she picks up the pan (and presumably cleans up what was in it).]Anyway, what I was going to say is, if anyone should happen to run ( Read more... )

[There's an audible sort of thud. She tripped, and dropped the book, so it fell open. Quite convenient, that. She's muttering to herself, of course. No one else to talk to just yet.]

Oh, bugger all, why am I even carrying the stupid thing anyway? I can't believe this. Where is everyone? If these wings are some Death Eater trick, it's a very poor ( Read more... )