The Dungeons

There you are, Severus. Father.

You cannot seriously mean to leave now. Like this? We were going to discuss it.

Bill, something wrong? You usually don't come by midweek. We've already finished dinner, but you're just in time for pudding!

Don't worry, I didn't make it!

Luna? Could you tell me again what time we need to leave, tomorrow? And what kind of 'do' it is?

Luna and Harry, thank you so much for tagging to watch the twins tomorrow and deliver them to Marcellus. I had no idea the surprise training exercise for the Auror Academy field reconnaissance class was also going to be a surprise to me. I blame Dawlish, and if his record is anything to go by, I suspect I'll be blaming him for a whole lot more when the weekend is over. He seems to have an uncomfortably close relationship with bad luck.

Marcellus, if you could arrange with Harry and Luna when you'd like to take the twins on Saturday. I won't be available at all until the training exercise is finished, and if we're going to Pembrokeshire like the instructor threatened the students at the beginning of the term, I'm going to be up to my chin in seaweed, anyway, so not really the best time for scheduling.

If Dawlish runs them through Code TG 459, either parts C or D, and he hasn't given me enough time to pack my galoshes, I'm going to curse his on permanently. Or maybe just steal them.

I'll see you all on Monday afternoon, possibly with seaweed in my hair.

Tonks