Auror Headquarters, Ministry of Magic, 7 o'clock at night
Tonks sat at her desk in the Ministry, the garbled shouts of her co-workers in her ears and tried to focus on the sheet of parchment in front of her. It was late but the amount of Dementor activity meant that everyone had been working overtime lately and that didn’t seem about to change anytime soon.
“TONKS!”
Tonks groaned as the deep voice echoed through her skull then stood up and glared at Shacklebolt. “WHAT?”
“Where’s that report on Dementor Sightings that you wrote?”
She frowned. “I sent it up to Head.”
Shacklebolt sighed loudly then made his way over to her desk. “I know that but I need a copy of it. Do you have one?”
She stared at him. “Of course I do, but why do you need me to get it. You are perfectly capable of looking it up yourself.”
Shacklebolt grinned. “Yeah, but Processing is mad at me at the moment and I would rather not brave the chaos that is your desk.”
Tonks gave one sarcastic laugh before slapping him upside the head. “You’re lucky I like you Kingsley otherwise I would be tempted to leave you to the torture of Processing. What did you do this time?”
“Oh, nothing,” Shacklebolt waved a hand, “just mixed up a couple of things.”
“You did it on purpose, didn’t you?” Tonks gave him a look as she found the report.
“Maybe,” Shacklebolt shrugged as he reached out for the parchment. “But they’ll never know.” He gave her a nod. “Thanks for the report. I’ll see you around.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Tonks grumbled at him as she slipped the note Kingsley had passed to her down her sleeve. She sat back down and after one last glare at him turned back to the parchment she had been trying to read for the past five minutes.
TRANSFER OF ASSIGNMENT TO: NYMPHADORA TONKS (AUROR, field, junior level)
RE: HOGSMEADE
FROM: AMELIA BONES (head of MAGICAL LAW ENFORCEMENT)
To to the recent increase of DEMENTOR SIGHTINGS, you are being ordered to take up a guard post in HOGSMEADE. A house has been prepared for your use and is fully stocked with food and magical supplies.
As a fully magical settlement HOGSMEADE is naturally under consideration for attack and therefore your mission is to identify potentional DEFENCE TACTICS and ATTACK VULNERABILITIES as well as to source out any inhabitants there loyal or sympathetic to the DARK LORD.
You have been chosen for this mission to due your METAMORPHMAGUS abilities which will undoubtably come in handy. Special transport has been arranged for you departure tonight at ONE HOUR PAST MIDNIGHT where more detailed information will be provided.
Good luck.
Tonks blinked as she finished reading the parchment then slowly unfolded the note Kingsley had given her while still hiding it in her sleeve. She recognised Moody’s handwriting straight away.
The transport driver is one of my men, he’ll tell you what else you need to know. Find out what you can about the latest at the Ministry before you leave. Especially about Grévin.
The parchment abruptly caught fire within her sleeve and Tonks hurriedly smothered it as she muttered a curse about Moody. But even the red burn mark now on her arm couldn’t stop the smile on her face.
It would be good to get back in the field again.
“TONKS!”
Tonks groaned as the deep voice echoed through her skull then stood up and glared at Shacklebolt. “WHAT?”
“Where’s that report on Dementor Sightings that you wrote?”
She frowned. “I sent it up to Head.”
Shacklebolt sighed loudly then made his way over to her desk. “I know that but I need a copy of it. Do you have one?”
She stared at him. “Of course I do, but why do you need me to get it. You are perfectly capable of looking it up yourself.”
Shacklebolt grinned. “Yeah, but Processing is mad at me at the moment and I would rather not brave the chaos that is your desk.”
Tonks gave one sarcastic laugh before slapping him upside the head. “You’re lucky I like you Kingsley otherwise I would be tempted to leave you to the torture of Processing. What did you do this time?”
“Oh, nothing,” Shacklebolt waved a hand, “just mixed up a couple of things.”
“You did it on purpose, didn’t you?” Tonks gave him a look as she found the report.
“Maybe,” Shacklebolt shrugged as he reached out for the parchment. “But they’ll never know.” He gave her a nod. “Thanks for the report. I’ll see you around.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Tonks grumbled at him as she slipped the note Kingsley had passed to her down her sleeve. She sat back down and after one last glare at him turned back to the parchment she had been trying to read for the past five minutes.
TRANSFER OF ASSIGNMENT TO: NYMPHADORA TONKS (AUROR, field, junior level)
RE: HOGSMEADE
FROM: AMELIA BONES (head of MAGICAL LAW ENFORCEMENT)
To to the recent increase of DEMENTOR SIGHTINGS, you are being ordered to take up a guard post in HOGSMEADE. A house has been prepared for your use and is fully stocked with food and magical supplies.
As a fully magical settlement HOGSMEADE is naturally under consideration for attack and therefore your mission is to identify potentional DEFENCE TACTICS and ATTACK VULNERABILITIES as well as to source out any inhabitants there loyal or sympathetic to the DARK LORD.
You have been chosen for this mission to due your METAMORPHMAGUS abilities which will undoubtably come in handy. Special transport has been arranged for you departure tonight at ONE HOUR PAST MIDNIGHT where more detailed information will be provided.
Good luck.
Tonks blinked as she finished reading the parchment then slowly unfolded the note Kingsley had given her while still hiding it in her sleeve. She recognised Moody’s handwriting straight away.
The transport driver is one of my men, he’ll tell you what else you need to know. Find out what you can about the latest at the Ministry before you leave. Especially about Grévin.
The parchment abruptly caught fire within her sleeve and Tonks hurriedly smothered it as she muttered a curse about Moody. But even the red burn mark now on her arm couldn’t stop the smile on her face.
It would be good to get back in the field again.