Orla at Lunch

[orla_the_quirky]

Orla sat as patiently as she could, watching the goblin across the high desk, as he drafted a letter in nearly illegible script. With a flourish, he signed his name, Petris, Chief of Vaults.

"Ms. Quirke," he said with the little bow that indicated a respected business partner, handing over the parchment, "This will allow you access to vaults

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[auror_nymph]

Tonks made her way into the Leaky Cauldron, fully disgruntled that they'd turned up nothing again. She'd decided to take her lunch after that and meet the group back at the Ministry to write up the report.

She took a seat at the bar and ordered up a plate of fish and chips because she didn't feel like thinking about what else to order. She took a sip of the butterbeer that Tom sat in front of her and gave him a smile.

[orla_the_quirky]

"Hi," Orla greeted the woman who sat beside her, with a smile. She never could sit next to a stranger without at least acknowledging them. It felt too awkward. "Nice day, isn't it?"

[auror_nymph]

"It is," Tonks replied, giving the girl beside her a smile. "I just wish I didn't have to spend the rest of it indoors, you know."

[orla_the_quirky]

"Oh that's no fun," Orla agreed, "Does the building have windows at least?"

[auror_nymph]

"I'm sure you're far too smart to have been placed in Hufflepuff and besides, most of us got bad names for being such gossips."

[orla_the_quirky]

"Really? The worst gossip in my year was a Slytherin. Were you one of the gossips?"

[auror_nymph]

"Me?" Tonks asked as she took another bite of her food, followed by a sip of her butterbeer. "No, I tried to stay out of the limelight while I was at school."

[orla_the_quirky]

"That sounds like a smart move," Orla said, nibbling on the last of her chips. "When did you leave school?"