"I beg to differ, Ms. Tonks. It's clear that your priority is Hogwarts and that teaching is your job. In addition, you haven't been here long enough to call me by my given name, very few do." He leaned forward hands on his desk. "And if you think that your association with my family makes you special... well think again, because it only makes me distrust you even more than my general distrust for people."
"You haven't been called? I'm sorry, do you think this is your bloody Order. Every single person has put his or her hours and then some, because if it had escaped your notice, people are dying, and when they aren't, there is still plenty to do." He pointed to the pile of folders on his desk. "These are just the last two weeks, so don't you dare sit there and tell me you needed to be 'called'."
It should have known better than to listen to anyone that was connected to the Order. They were a bloody group of vigilantes doing whatever they wanted when they wanted, even when they were sitting there looking like Lestrange, which mad him want to hex her even more. "I don't discount your abilities, and that it's certainly impressive, however this isn't a part time job, and I will not have you waltz in and out, making the rest feel like they are less since they are required to work - shocking I know. Let's be frank, there is no way that you can carry a full schedule at Hogwarts and work full time here, and let me be clear there is nothing but full time work here. You make your choice, but it's the bloody last time."