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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]

*the wooden floor is starting to get uncomfortable, and Crowley cannot seem to see any wait-rats hanging around. Eventually, he decides to risk nipping back out to the bar for a cup of coffee*

[a_fell]

*Aziraphael follows the demon back from the bar, tea in hand, mildly befuddled expression firmly in place*

Er... Crowley? Is there any particular reason you'd like me to sit on the floor? If I've done something wrong then I apologise, but as punishments go this is rather abstract.

[aj_crawley]

*he jerks his thumb back towards Bernard's door, behind which can be heard the muffled sound of his and Tonks' voices*

We have a... situation.

*he grins unrepentantly*

[a_fell]

...

A situation, no doubt, that you had a hand in?

*he glares, somewhat*