The Dolohov head house-elf Nikita, immaculate as usual in his gray uniform, opened the door at Dora's knock. Giving her a slightly disapproving glance, he gestured for her to come in, then led her to the right, through the double doors to the library.
Antonin, still wearing the clothes he'd worn to work all day at the Shack, stood up from his desk when Dora entered the room.
"Miss Tonks," he offered her his hand, "how may I be of service to you?"