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[aj_crawley]

*Crowley, a frantically protesting Tonks in tow, strolls across the bar and down the staff corridors until he arrives at Bernard's door. He knocks, loudly*

Bernard?

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[the_woodpecker]

*from inside*

Yeah?

[clumsy_auror]

*Tonks looks wildly from Crowley to the door, and tries to make a break for it*

[aj_crawley]

*Crowley catches her by the back of her t-shirt, and holds her a little over an inch above the ground*

[clumsy_auror]

*all she can do is splutter and throw him a desperate, pleading look*

[aj_crawley]

Mind if I have a word?

[the_woodpecker]

*still not opening the door*

Actually, yeah. Now really isn't the best time.

[aj_crawley]

Oh dear, that's too bad.

Are you decent?

*without waiting for an answer, Crowley turns the door-handle. Whether the door had been locked or not, it swings open, and he pops his head inside, grinning cheerfully and keeping the flailing Tonks out of sight*

Afternoon.

[the_woodpecker]

*Bernard's sitting at his desk, looking as pale and rumpled as he did a few hours ago; it's obvious he hasn't slept. He rolls his eyes*

You're being far too polite. What are you up to?

[aj_crawley]

Something tried and tested.

*he swings the door open wider, and dumps Tonks about a foot inside the room*

Righto. Have fun then, kids.

*still grinning, Crowley ducks out of the door, and closes it behind him. It is entirely possible that there was no bolt on the outside thirty seconds ago. The demon smirks as he slides it home, then lowers himself to the floor, back to the door, and starts to make himself comfortable*

[the_woodpecker]

*If possible, Bernard goes whiter.*

Oh God. I'm going to incinerate him and dance through his ashes.

[clumsy_auror]

*Tonks frantically tries the doorknob, shaking it vigorously; getting nowhere, she finally turns, but looks anywhere but at Bernard*

Um. Hi?

*she leans against his dresser, trying to look casual; her elbow knocks against his sketchpad, and it (plus entire jam jar of pencils) crashes to the floor*

Oh, fuck.

[the_woodpecker]

*As the jam jar shatters, Bernard bites his lip and looks at her, his eyes full of mirth. It's all too ridiculous.*

Hi.

[clumsy_auror]

*red-faced, Tonks waves her wand to repair the jar, and sets it back on his dresser, stooping to retrieve the pencils and pad*

So. We should...talk. I think.

[the_woodpecker]

*He nods, and looks to the door.*

Yes, apparently CROWLEY AGREES WITH THAT ASSESMENT, DON'T YOU, DEMON?

JESUS CHRIST.

[aj_crawley]

I WAS JUST TALKING TO TONKS ABOUT HOW IMPORTANT IT IS TO KNOW ALL THE FACTS.

WOULDN'T YOU SAY, BERNARD?

[clumsy_auror]

*she sinks down into the armchair, head in her hands*

When he lets us out of here...there will be no mercy.

But. I...d'you want to start?