I said I'd write.
Tuesday, July 10th ~ Evening
I was detained a bit longer than I'd
hoped expected. Nothing serious, no one in hospital or anything, just some red tape that had to be dealt with.
My bosses were dead set on a certain item being shipped to their vaults, and their Egyptian counter-parts were equally set on it going to theirs, and I was stuck in the middle since I was the only one at the time capable of moving the bloody thing without setting off at least three curses and a hex that would have done some nasty things.
But enough about business.
Let's talk about pleasure.
I'm not sure what your schedule is like, but if you have a free day this week, or this weekend
or whenever, I'm really not that picky, just desperate, and I'm so scratching that out. let me know and we can do that date thing.
Owl to Tonks
Tuesday, July 3rd ~ Early Evening
About the other night I don't know why I'm sending an owl instead of showing up at your door I probably should have owled yesterday. I know we talked a bit about us on Sunday, but I still feel a little freaked out unsure.
I'm not real good at this sort of thing, but I'd rather not mess it up if I can help it.
Saturday made it clear that we're attracted to each other, but we both know there's more to it than that. What I think I'm trying to say is, would you like to go out to dinner with me.
On a date. A real, no excuses, date.
I got my mob scene in my eyes
You can ignore the voices of the people,
This is the beginning.
They say no consequence.
This is the beginning of the end.
Monday, June 11 :: Morning
"This is to be a precision operation. Secure the area, retrieve Lestrange and bring her back to Azkaban for interrogation."
Scrimgeour steepled his hands and looked across his desk at the hand-picked group of Aurors listening attentively to every one of his words.
Kingsley Shacklebolt wasn't among them. The Minister had wanted disciplined, obedient officers on this mission, and while he respected the Head of the Auror Office, Scrimgeour didn't trust Shacklebolt to see what was best in this case.
For instance, Kingsley would probably think it necessary to inform the Hogsmeade office of what was about to go down in their town, and that couldn't be allowed.
And so it begins.
Sunday, June 10th - Early Afternoon
Bill Apparated to Glen Hollow, one arm full of the carefully wrapped package, the other wrapped firmly around Tonks for a Side-Along Apparation.
Little had he known back when Tonks had told him about Longbottom's suspected fate - so that he could be ready in case Ginny needed comforting or a big brother's hold to keep her from going after someone for revenge - that he would be end up in the thick of everything.
"Remember, officially, I was just doing a favor for a friend when I agreed to look it over. Harry didn't go through Gringotts, and they could have my job if they thought I was doing paid, freelance work. If you weren't you, Nymph, I wouldn't even have told you what I found because it's Potter's, not mine, but this is big and - Oh, crap, this is big, isn't it?"
He knocked on the door once more, hoping the Potters were home and that someone would answer soon enough. The package was giving him the creeps, making the short hairs on his neck stand on end.