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clumsy_aurorIt hadn't been much, really.
The interrogation room was tense, as usual, and Allbright had been in there with Chambers for nearly three hours. When Tonks opened the door, the Death Eater looked up at her, his green eyes sharp and all too calculating.
The Auror gave a short nod to her superior, and took the chair beside him, sliding a file folder onto the table.
"Chambers," she began, her voice even, professional. "I have here a record of incidents that we've traced back to your wand." Her grey eyes leveled on his. "Not the least of which is last Thursday's attack in Leeds."
Chambers quirked an eyebrow, his gaze bordering on insolent.
Confident.
But she knew better than to let him get a rise out of her.
On and on it went, she and Allbright trading off, Chambers' infrequent responses brief and unproductive.
Finally, the two Aurors exchanged a glance, and both stood. "Right. Auror Tonks is going to stay here with you whilst I go fetch the guard to escort you down to the holding cells. We'll see how talkative you're feeling tomorrow, eh?" Allbright gave the young woman at his side a short nod, and stepped out into the corridor.
After the click of the door, silence.
She preferred it that way, really. Meant she wouldn't say something that--
Crack.
A Stinging Hex? The bastard did a wandless-- she thought wildly, blanching at the pain of the deep cut across her cheek and pulling out her wand.
He tried to stand and break his bindings but she was fast, fast as lightning, new ropes snaking out of the end of her wand, the force of the spell slamming him to the far wall.
Alarms sounded half a second later, and half a dozen Aurors poured inside.
"Fuck," she muttered, wiping the oozing wound with the back of her hand, wand still trained on him. "Fuck."
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Not too very much later, the door to the flat opens.
The interrogation room was tense, as usual, and Allbright had been in there with Chambers for nearly three hours. When Tonks opened the door, the Death Eater looked up at her, his green eyes sharp and all too calculating.
The Auror gave a short nod to her superior, and took the chair beside him, sliding a file folder onto the table.
"Chambers," she began, her voice even, professional. "I have here a record of incidents that we've traced back to your wand." Her grey eyes leveled on his. "Not the least of which is last Thursday's attack in Leeds."
Chambers quirked an eyebrow, his gaze bordering on insolent.
Confident.
But she knew better than to let him get a rise out of her.
On and on it went, she and Allbright trading off, Chambers' infrequent responses brief and unproductive.
Finally, the two Aurors exchanged a glance, and both stood. "Right. Auror Tonks is going to stay here with you whilst I go fetch the guard to escort you down to the holding cells. We'll see how talkative you're feeling tomorrow, eh?" Allbright gave the young woman at his side a short nod, and stepped out into the corridor.
After the click of the door, silence.
She preferred it that way, really. Meant she wouldn't say something that--
Crack.
A Stinging Hex? The bastard did a wandless-- she thought wildly, blanching at the pain of the deep cut across her cheek and pulling out her wand.
He tried to stand and break his bindings but she was fast, fast as lightning, new ropes snaking out of the end of her wand, the force of the spell slamming him to the far wall.
Alarms sounded half a second later, and half a dozen Aurors poured inside.
"Fuck," she muttered, wiping the oozing wound with the back of her hand, wand still trained on him. "Fuck."
Not too very much later, the door to the flat opens.
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Date: 2006-04-07 03:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-07 04:19 am (UTC)"And d'you think that'll happen naturally, or is there something we ought to be doing to help tip the scales?"
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Date: 2006-04-07 04:36 am (UTC)"Like what?"
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Date: 2006-04-07 04:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-07 04:40 am (UTC)"Gimme some time to settle into a routine. No point in solving a problem if the problem'll go away on its own."
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Date: 2006-04-07 04:50 am (UTC)She reaches over and runs a warm hand along the top of his thigh.
"Still the best bloody part of my day, coming home to you."
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Date: 2006-04-07 04:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-07 04:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-07 04:56 am (UTC)"Well, kid." He shifts Anthony to lie on the rug for a moment. "Looks like I'm giving you up for a hot piece of ass."
And he kisses her.
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Date: 2006-04-07 05:02 am (UTC)Anthony, for his part, is perfectly content to lie on the rug and kick his feet in the air. (He has only recently discovered that said feet were attached to him. And what a joyful discovery it was.)
"'Sides," she murmurs a moment later, a smile still in her voice, "I can't let you have all the really cool scars. Even if this one only sticks around tonight, it means I get to be in The Club."
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Date: 2006-04-07 05:05 am (UTC)Unbeknownst to his parents, Anthony gets a little bored with the foot-kicking. He gets a little bored with his position on the rug, too. There is wriggling, of the side-to-side variety.
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Date: 2006-04-07 05:07 am (UTC)Then movement catches the corner of her eye.
"Oi... where d'you think you're going, little man?"
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Date: 2006-04-07 05:12 am (UTC)Bernard beams. "Well. See? Said you could."
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Date: 2006-04-07 05:14 am (UTC)Grinning madly, 'Dora reaches for the baby and hoists him into the air above her, bringing him down a moment later to kiss his soft cheek.
Anthony is Bemused.
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Date: 2006-04-08 01:43 am (UTC)"He is so confused right now."
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Date: 2006-04-08 01:45 am (UTC)"It's okay. He'll live. He's happy."
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Date: 2006-04-08 01:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-08 01:48 am (UTC)'Dora turns her head to smile at her husband, now, and kisses him softly.
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Date: 2006-04-08 01:52 am (UTC)"Oh, are we feeling neglected?"
He takes Anthony from 'Dora and zerberts the baby's neck, prompting a shout and a good hair tug. "You know, I long for the day when he can express affection in ways that don't hurt me."
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Date: 2006-04-08 01:54 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-04-08 01:57 am (UTC)Whistling, Nymphadora swats her husband playfully on the behind, and meanders into the kitchen.
Far perkier than anyone who got hexed has any right to be, probably.
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Date: 2006-04-08 02:00 am (UTC)Bernard meanders into Sunny's room, a smile back on his face, and decides to wake his daughter up with the dreaded BabyMonster. His powers of Drool and Aaaaargh cannot be defeated, even by the Empress Sunshine.
Everything's not perfect.
But when is anything perfect?
Sometimes things being all right is all you need.