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Feb. 10th, 2005 10:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clumsy_auror"Morning, Tonks."
Tonks grinned at Allbright and tripped inside the lift as he held it for her. She lightly batted away a memo that began orbiting her head. "Morning, sir."
"Everything, er, all right at home now?" The older wizard looked down at his shoes, his voice gruff.
Her smile softened. "Yes, sir, things are getting there. Thanks very much for the time off. I couldn't have left him." Tonks hadn't gone into detail about Bernard's condition -- who would have believed her if she had? -- but she'd told her superiors enough for them to know just how dire the situation had been.
Allbright looked back up at her, eyes kind. "Well, uh. Yes. I know -- how those things go." He looked away again, fiddling with the handle of his briefcase.
Tonks suddenly remembered, as the lift doors opened and she followed Allbright into their department, that he did know, very well indeed; his wife was an Unspeakable who'd been captured the previous year. Tortured. She'd lived, and she got a bit better all the time, but...Yes. Allbright knew.
"Be sure to come and see me when you've sorted through the backlog," he said, his voice now holding much more of its customary brusqueness, and disappeared into his office. Tonks walked in the direction of her cubicle, getting a warm smile from Kingsley as she passed. As she neared her desk, she bit her lip, preparing for the worst, peeked around the corner, and groaned.
She was sure she'd had a chair at some point, but it was a bit difficult to tell under the teetering stacks of files and reports piled here, there, and everywhere. With a sigh, she hung up her cloak and got down to business.
Three hours, two broken quills and two-thirds of a pot of tea later, Tonks could see the wood of her desk again. She wasn't caught up, not by a long shot, but she felt she'd earned something of a break.
Taking out a sheaf of parchment and a fresh quill, she began to write.
Hullo, love.
Do you even remember me waking you up this morning to say good-bye? You were rather funny about it, offering some very choice words about the Ministry, and had me pinned down fairly effectively until you fell asleep again and I was able to replace myself with one of the pillows. Think I had you fooled for the time being, although ultimately I do realize that the pillow is not as good a kisser as me.
Not much to report from work, which is to say, everything plus the kitchen tap ended up on my desk in my absence, so all I've done so far today is started putting a dent in that. Still, everyone's been great, asking after you and sending their good wishes, and I've already been informed that I'm not to even think about staying late tonight. So, I should be home in time for supper.
Are you up to anything exciting, yourself? If you go out to tend, please make sure you take it easy. I know you're feeling a thousand times better than you were, but you're still not fully up to scratch. A nap this afternoon wouldn't go amiss either, I'm sure...but bloody hell, there I go again, nagging at you. I know you can look after yourself. I just feel the need to help, I suppose.
All right. Back to work for me.
I love you.
Nymphadora
With a soft smile on her face, Tonks blew the ink dry, sealed up the letter, and wandered off in the direction of the post office.
Tonks grinned at Allbright and tripped inside the lift as he held it for her. She lightly batted away a memo that began orbiting her head. "Morning, sir."
"Everything, er, all right at home now?" The older wizard looked down at his shoes, his voice gruff.
Her smile softened. "Yes, sir, things are getting there. Thanks very much for the time off. I couldn't have left him." Tonks hadn't gone into detail about Bernard's condition -- who would have believed her if she had? -- but she'd told her superiors enough for them to know just how dire the situation had been.
Allbright looked back up at her, eyes kind. "Well, uh. Yes. I know -- how those things go." He looked away again, fiddling with the handle of his briefcase.
Tonks suddenly remembered, as the lift doors opened and she followed Allbright into their department, that he did know, very well indeed; his wife was an Unspeakable who'd been captured the previous year. Tortured. She'd lived, and she got a bit better all the time, but...Yes. Allbright knew.
"Be sure to come and see me when you've sorted through the backlog," he said, his voice now holding much more of its customary brusqueness, and disappeared into his office. Tonks walked in the direction of her cubicle, getting a warm smile from Kingsley as she passed. As she neared her desk, she bit her lip, preparing for the worst, peeked around the corner, and groaned.
She was sure she'd had a chair at some point, but it was a bit difficult to tell under the teetering stacks of files and reports piled here, there, and everywhere. With a sigh, she hung up her cloak and got down to business.
Three hours, two broken quills and two-thirds of a pot of tea later, Tonks could see the wood of her desk again. She wasn't caught up, not by a long shot, but she felt she'd earned something of a break.
Taking out a sheaf of parchment and a fresh quill, she began to write.
Hullo, love.
Do you even remember me waking you up this morning to say good-bye? You were rather funny about it, offering some very choice words about the Ministry, and had me pinned down fairly effectively until you fell asleep again and I was able to replace myself with one of the pillows. Think I had you fooled for the time being, although ultimately I do realize that the pillow is not as good a kisser as me.
Not much to report from work, which is to say, everything plus the kitchen tap ended up on my desk in my absence, so all I've done so far today is started putting a dent in that. Still, everyone's been great, asking after you and sending their good wishes, and I've already been informed that I'm not to even think about staying late tonight. So, I should be home in time for supper.
Are you up to anything exciting, yourself? If you go out to tend, please make sure you take it easy. I know you're feeling a thousand times better than you were, but you're still not fully up to scratch. A nap this afternoon wouldn't go amiss either, I'm sure...but bloody hell, there I go again, nagging at you. I know you can look after yourself. I just feel the need to help, I suppose.
All right. Back to work for me.
I love you.
Nymphadora
With a soft smile on her face, Tonks blew the ink dry, sealed up the letter, and wandered off in the direction of the post office.
