LOG: 31 MAY 2007
WHO: Tonks kinda-trippy, Kingsley shacklejournal, Minister Scrimgeour (npc)
WHAT: The end of Tonks' Career.
WHEN: NOW! (er, that'd be tonight, 6pm)
WHERE: Ministry Auror Offices / Scrimgeour's Office
IN WHICH THE MINISTER'S BEST LAID PLANS WENT KABLOOEY, AND HIS BACKUP PLAN SOON FOLLOWED
The impression of a coming hurricane seemed to follow Tonks as she stormed into the Auror offices after most of the office-workers had gone home. As it was, there were always those few who did not flee at exactly five of the clock, and as six approached were still in their cubes. Some working. Some dozing before pulling their second in a double-shift.
There was blood sprayed across her body. She paid it no mind as she pulled a small trunk out of her pocket and set it on the floor beside her cubicle, then flicked her wand and ordered "Pack!" in such a tone as to send Inferi running.
He hadn't been sleeping, really--but Kingsley Shacklebolt may have jolted out of a light.....doze when the sound of a thousand angry cats caught in a whirlwind blew into the Ministry offices. The chair he'd been leaned back in stuttered across the wooden floor and nearly dumped him on his proper arse.
With a grunt he managed to right himself, and took off the pair of glasses he'd had pushed up to his forehead. "What...bwuh?" he was an eloquent man. "Tonks? That you?" The distance between his cubby and Tonks' had never seemed shorter than the moment he saw the spatters of blood coating her arms and chest. He'd not been sure it was possible to actually leap the walls defining each workspace, but somehow he managed. "where's it hurt? Are the babies ok? Who did it so I can kill them? I can do it slow, fast, doesn't matter to me."
Tonks glared at her cubicle as it packed itself into her trunk, not looking at Kingsley even as she gripped her wand. "Most of it isn't mine, Yes, I took care of it - they're in St. Mungo's," she growled. It was very... unlike her. Her eyes flashed like fire, her hair was ebony and her skin darker than his, and she trembled in her anger. She glanced up at him. "I need to be able to trust you," she whispered harshly. "Can I? Or do I have to fight you, too? Whose pocket are you in, Kingsley?"
Kingsley held up a calming hand, shaking his head and glancing down the office's middle hall to a larger set of doors at the end, hoping they'd not disturbed anyone....nosy. "whatever it is, you've been with me long enough to know I'm behind you." he touched a bit of blood on her wrist, nearly invisible against her dark-dark skin, and frowned. She only went this dark when the fury in her was at it's greatest--and as her eyes flashed at him from across the mere foot separating them, he almost smiled--this was the Tonks he'd missed.
Unafraid, he ringed her wrist with his hand and motioned to the automatic packing going on around her. "Stop. Tell me."
She ground her teeth, and grit out with barely a sound, "I'm. Leaving."
Kingsley clenched his jaw, glancing again at the shut doors down the hallway. "This was the one, wasn't it? They didn't expect you to come back." He scowled at a desk pen as it scuttled by on it's way to her trunk. It wasn't his job to protect her, she'd be furious if he thought it was--and she'd always come back unharmed....'til now.
"They haven't expected me to come back since before the year started," she half hissed - perhaps she'd spent too much time with Salazar and was picking up parseltongue? That would be a riot, wouldn't it. "I told Sirius it would happen eventually - I'm the next Shunpike... though considering he's my cousin," she gave a bitter laugh and slammed her trunk shut just after the pencil slipped inside, shrinking it and putting it back in her pocket, "yeah."
"You won't be." he murmured above the soft rustling of the trunk slipping back into her pocket. "you know there are those of us that watch them. I'll have to stay, to keep it up. But..." he squeezed her wrist before letting it go. "I support you. You know that. And I wish I'd been there."
"Thanks," she said. "I have to go in and give my report," she said with distaste. "I should have resigned when Saunders did," she sighed.
He gestured to her blood-spattered clothing and skin. "You'll make an impression. Can I take you home after?" he flicked his wand at his desk, a small box with the "WWW" emblem emblazoned on the side flying to his hands.
"If you're not detailed to take me to Azkaban," she muttered. "If you are, I've got a portkey," she whispered so quietly he barely caught it.
He nodded, as if to himself, and fingered the box in his hands, eying her solemnly. "if I am, we know my loyalties are secret." Without another word he turned and walked away from her, looking for all the world like a disinterested employee. The extendable ears fit easily in his hand and were stuffed into his trouser pocket, the box shuffled back to his desk.
Tonks watched him a moment longer, then stalked to the doors at the end, banging on them before pushing them open. "Minister," she said - before the doors slammed shut behind her.
Shacklebolt carefully flicked the extendable ears at the door, placing them before the wood had ceased vibrating in it's frame. His usually stoic face was a mask of concern..and concentration. Tonks and her children took precedence, his own covert surveillance be damned.
Despite the ears, only snatches of the following conversation were heard. Words like 'traitorous' and 'murder' and 'loyalty' were spoken. Words like 'Death Eater' and 'Abilities' and 'Betrayal' were shouted. Then 'Incarcerous' was yelled, and the arguing stopped.
Before the entirety of the spell left Scrimgeour's mouth, Shacklebolt was on his feet, a dark shadow against the heavy double doors, his wand at the ready in his hand. He was nearly through the door before he realised what a monumental mistake that would be.....he had a part to play here, and it had to be kept safe. He backed off with a breath, and knocked politely at the door, stowing his wand again in his robe's deep pockets. "Alright in there?"
"silencio. Yes, everything is quite alright, Shacklebolt," Scrimgeour said, moving over and opening the door. The body of Tonks stood against the wall, wrists and ankles tied with rope. She was yelling, but no sound came. "I'm glad you're still here. I thought it appropriate that you take this.. Death Eater.. to Azkaban for me. I'm sure her betrayal rests as heavily upon you, who was her partner for years, as it does upon us all."
Shacklebolt put on a carefully-crafted sneer of distaste, and turned his back on Tonks--having to see her bound and practically gagged...it was too much to ask. He retrieved his wand yet again, careful not to point it at Scrimgeour's face, blast those amber eyes and that smug grin into whatever bits he could manage. "Thank you, Sir....it would be an honor to finish this one off." He waved his wand in a dismissive manner at Tonks and murmured a word, watching to make sure she levitated properly. "I'll take her straightaway, if there's nothing else."
"No, that will be all," Scrimgeour said, turning and heading toward the desk, but stopping to glare at Tonks, who was struggling in her bonds. "You disgust me, and every other decent wizard and witch in our world," he said, spitting at her feet.
Tonks sneered, reaching up at her throat with her bound hands, fingers tearing the cloth at the neck of her robe a bit, and reaching to something inside. Then she smirked... and as her fingers touched the small pendant in a quick pattern.. she disappeared.
"WHAT?!"
It was a near thing, hiding his smirk--Kingsley had to clap a hand over his mouth in mock-surprise to keep Scrimgeour from catching on immediately. A moment later he recovered himself and shouted in outrage, wand clenched tightly in his fist. "How COULD SHE--" with a determined set of his jaw, Shacklebolt slapped his hand upon Scrimgeour's desk with a meaty thump and glowered over the desk at the yellow-eyed man. "I'll find her. I will, Sir. Count on it. I won't rest until I do."
The grin reappeared as he turned away from Scrimgeour, shoulders set in an angry line even as his lips split, showing a flash of white teeth. He may not know where she was exactly....but she wasn't here, and she wasn't in Azkaban, and that would do for now.
WHAT: The end of Tonks' Career.
WHEN: NOW! (er, that'd be tonight, 6pm)
WHERE: Ministry Auror Offices / Scrimgeour's Office
IN WHICH THE MINISTER'S BEST LAID PLANS WENT KABLOOEY, AND HIS BACKUP PLAN SOON FOLLOWED
The impression of a coming hurricane seemed to follow Tonks as she stormed into the Auror offices after most of the office-workers had gone home. As it was, there were always those few who did not flee at exactly five of the clock, and as six approached were still in their cubes. Some working. Some dozing before pulling their second in a double-shift.
There was blood sprayed across her body. She paid it no mind as she pulled a small trunk out of her pocket and set it on the floor beside her cubicle, then flicked her wand and ordered "Pack!" in such a tone as to send Inferi running.
He hadn't been sleeping, really--but Kingsley Shacklebolt may have jolted out of a light.....doze when the sound of a thousand angry cats caught in a whirlwind blew into the Ministry offices. The chair he'd been leaned back in stuttered across the wooden floor and nearly dumped him on his proper arse.
With a grunt he managed to right himself, and took off the pair of glasses he'd had pushed up to his forehead. "What...bwuh?" he was an eloquent man. "Tonks? That you?" The distance between his cubby and Tonks' had never seemed shorter than the moment he saw the spatters of blood coating her arms and chest. He'd not been sure it was possible to actually leap the walls defining each workspace, but somehow he managed. "where's it hurt? Are the babies ok? Who did it so I can kill them? I can do it slow, fast, doesn't matter to me."
Tonks glared at her cubicle as it packed itself into her trunk, not looking at Kingsley even as she gripped her wand. "Most of it isn't mine, Yes, I took care of it - they're in St. Mungo's," she growled. It was very... unlike her. Her eyes flashed like fire, her hair was ebony and her skin darker than his, and she trembled in her anger. She glanced up at him. "I need to be able to trust you," she whispered harshly. "Can I? Or do I have to fight you, too? Whose pocket are you in, Kingsley?"
Kingsley held up a calming hand, shaking his head and glancing down the office's middle hall to a larger set of doors at the end, hoping they'd not disturbed anyone....nosy. "whatever it is, you've been with me long enough to know I'm behind you." he touched a bit of blood on her wrist, nearly invisible against her dark-dark skin, and frowned. She only went this dark when the fury in her was at it's greatest--and as her eyes flashed at him from across the mere foot separating them, he almost smiled--this was the Tonks he'd missed.
Unafraid, he ringed her wrist with his hand and motioned to the automatic packing going on around her. "Stop. Tell me."
She ground her teeth, and grit out with barely a sound, "I'm. Leaving."
Kingsley clenched his jaw, glancing again at the shut doors down the hallway. "This was the one, wasn't it? They didn't expect you to come back." He scowled at a desk pen as it scuttled by on it's way to her trunk. It wasn't his job to protect her, she'd be furious if he thought it was--and she'd always come back unharmed....'til now.
"They haven't expected me to come back since before the year started," she half hissed - perhaps she'd spent too much time with Salazar and was picking up parseltongue? That would be a riot, wouldn't it. "I told Sirius it would happen eventually - I'm the next Shunpike... though considering he's my cousin," she gave a bitter laugh and slammed her trunk shut just after the pencil slipped inside, shrinking it and putting it back in her pocket, "yeah."
"You won't be." he murmured above the soft rustling of the trunk slipping back into her pocket. "you know there are those of us that watch them. I'll have to stay, to keep it up. But..." he squeezed her wrist before letting it go. "I support you. You know that. And I wish I'd been there."
"Thanks," she said. "I have to go in and give my report," she said with distaste. "I should have resigned when Saunders did," she sighed.
He gestured to her blood-spattered clothing and skin. "You'll make an impression. Can I take you home after?" he flicked his wand at his desk, a small box with the "WWW" emblem emblazoned on the side flying to his hands.
"If you're not detailed to take me to Azkaban," she muttered. "If you are, I've got a portkey," she whispered so quietly he barely caught it.
He nodded, as if to himself, and fingered the box in his hands, eying her solemnly. "if I am, we know my loyalties are secret." Without another word he turned and walked away from her, looking for all the world like a disinterested employee. The extendable ears fit easily in his hand and were stuffed into his trouser pocket, the box shuffled back to his desk.
Tonks watched him a moment longer, then stalked to the doors at the end, banging on them before pushing them open. "Minister," she said - before the doors slammed shut behind her.
Shacklebolt carefully flicked the extendable ears at the door, placing them before the wood had ceased vibrating in it's frame. His usually stoic face was a mask of concern..and concentration. Tonks and her children took precedence, his own covert surveillance be damned.
Despite the ears, only snatches of the following conversation were heard. Words like 'traitorous' and 'murder' and 'loyalty' were spoken. Words like 'Death Eater' and 'Abilities' and 'Betrayal' were shouted. Then 'Incarcerous' was yelled, and the arguing stopped.
Before the entirety of the spell left Scrimgeour's mouth, Shacklebolt was on his feet, a dark shadow against the heavy double doors, his wand at the ready in his hand. He was nearly through the door before he realised what a monumental mistake that would be.....he had a part to play here, and it had to be kept safe. He backed off with a breath, and knocked politely at the door, stowing his wand again in his robe's deep pockets. "Alright in there?"
"silencio. Yes, everything is quite alright, Shacklebolt," Scrimgeour said, moving over and opening the door. The body of Tonks stood against the wall, wrists and ankles tied with rope. She was yelling, but no sound came. "I'm glad you're still here. I thought it appropriate that you take this.. Death Eater.. to Azkaban for me. I'm sure her betrayal rests as heavily upon you, who was her partner for years, as it does upon us all."
Shacklebolt put on a carefully-crafted sneer of distaste, and turned his back on Tonks--having to see her bound and practically gagged...it was too much to ask. He retrieved his wand yet again, careful not to point it at Scrimgeour's face, blast those amber eyes and that smug grin into whatever bits he could manage. "Thank you, Sir....it would be an honor to finish this one off." He waved his wand in a dismissive manner at Tonks and murmured a word, watching to make sure she levitated properly. "I'll take her straightaway, if there's nothing else."
"No, that will be all," Scrimgeour said, turning and heading toward the desk, but stopping to glare at Tonks, who was struggling in her bonds. "You disgust me, and every other decent wizard and witch in our world," he said, spitting at her feet.
Tonks sneered, reaching up at her throat with her bound hands, fingers tearing the cloth at the neck of her robe a bit, and reaching to something inside. Then she smirked... and as her fingers touched the small pendant in a quick pattern.. she disappeared.
"WHAT?!"
It was a near thing, hiding his smirk--Kingsley had to clap a hand over his mouth in mock-surprise to keep Scrimgeour from catching on immediately. A moment later he recovered himself and shouted in outrage, wand clenched tightly in his fist. "How COULD SHE--" with a determined set of his jaw, Shacklebolt slapped his hand upon Scrimgeour's desk with a meaty thump and glowered over the desk at the yellow-eyed man. "I'll find her. I will, Sir. Count on it. I won't rest until I do."
The grin reappeared as he turned away from Scrimgeour, shoulders set in an angry line even as his lips split, showing a flash of white teeth. He may not know where she was exactly....but she wasn't here, and she wasn't in Azkaban, and that would do for now.