|tough_tonks (tough_tonks) wrote in strugglewithin,|
@ 2008-11-17 16:33:00
|Entry tags:||august 1997, fred weasley, nymphadora lupin, remus lupin|
RP: Back Room Whispers...
Date: 17 August 1007
Characters: Nymphadora Lupin, Order Members, Any Intruders?
Location: The Hog's Head Tavern
Summary: There is an impromptu Order Meeting, though it might be intruded upon! Anyone is welcome to join, just figure a way into the scene.
The night was hot and dank, fog lying low over the land as the rain of the afternoon cooled the place just enough to produce low lying condensation. It produced an even more ephemeral quality around the Hog's Head Tavern, which was a shadowed place on the best of days. Tonks liked it that way. It felt strangely safe hiding in the fog and shadows. No suspicious eyes could stare across the room in a place like this.
So, instead of going home from the office, she took a turn up the lane and straight into the tavern. She gave a silent nod in Aberforth's direction, already beginning to peel off her Auror's robes from the sticky heat that kept them clinging to her skin. She headed straight for one of the farthest tables in the back corner, clear of any other patrons. If any of the Order or friendlies showed tonight there was room for them to join her, but otherwise she could hide and be left at peace.
The next piece of clothing to come off was her over shirt. A button down, collared, dressy thing, it actually gave her a strange air of professionality at work. She tried to live up to her status, even if she was a bit of an untamed spark, she had grown into the position of Auror. And with that growth came collared shirts, especially for the new ministry. However now she removed it, leaving it just in her sweat-soaked undershirt. She tossed both dress shirt and robe across the chair next to her and finally collapsed down into a seat.
"Wotcher, Aberforth. I'll just have a tea and whatever food ya have be there that's drippin' in grease. Thanks." She flashed him her smile, even if it didn't quite reach her eyes. She then let her head sink to the table for a moment, leaning there, just breathing. At least the day was over.</t>