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[clumsy_auror]

It's been a hectic couple of days, at the Ministry of Magic. Nymphadora has slowly been excavating her desk from the detritus that accumulated whilst she was gone, which was considerable even though she owled work in from home nearly every day.

Right now all she wants is a cuppa and a biscuit, but it's not quite teatime. Suck it up, Tonks, she tells herself sternly, and scribbles furiously at the report in front of her.

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There is a rustle, from behind her.

It's very faint; she might not even hear it, really.

Then, a paper airplane alights on her desk. It's not the usual sort of paper airplane that you see winging around the Ministry. This one was thrown.

Inside, it reads, Hey, baby. Come here often?