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Not exactly your typical Friday night in the Tonks-Wrangle household. Generally Nymphadora puts aside work on such nights in favor of socialising in the bar, or spending time with her family, but tonight there was a report that had been mocking her silently all week. It had to be done come Monday, hell or high water.

So this, perhaps, explains the clutter spread out over the entirety of the dining room table -- including papers, quills, ink pots, empty plates with crumbs on, and half-full teacups -- and the woman bent sullenly over it all.