Who: Hestia and Tonks When: Wednesday, Mid-Morning Where: DMLE What: Hes is delivering food. There will be talk of a ginger, too.
Carefully balancing two coffees, a bag with some scones and Tonks' favourite kind of crisps, Hestia made her way to the black hole known as the DMLE. She dodged flying memos and skirted around some Trainees. It was almost like she had done this before. Sure, once. Or twice. Or about four dozen times so far this year.
Throwing the crisps at Tonks' head with perfect aim, Hestia grinned and sat on the corner of her desk. "You look paler than I do and that's saying something."