RP: Moody and Tonks Who: Alastor Moody and Nymphadora Tonks Where: Auror Headquarters When: Monday, 28 December, 2024 Rating/Warnings: Summary: Just a couple of allies catching up
Alastor was used to putting in long hours. The original workaholic, sitting at his desk reading and rereading reports. There was a small team still on the scene gathering the last of the evidence before letting the League clean-up the stadium and the reporters get their last drops of sensation from the afternoon. But, Moody was more concerned with what wasn't in the reports -- namely much of anything in the way of information they could use.
Making a mental note to talk with Potter the youngest in the morning, he set the reports aside for the moment and looked around the office. It was past normal business hours, so he wasn't expecting to see many other heads, if any.
Of course, he was sometimes wrong.
Given the unusual color of hair on this particular head, he had little trouble discerning which Auror was working late that night -- or staying late. It was possible she just didn't want to go home yet. It had happened to more than one Auror. Alastor was essentially married to his work, after all.
Deciding now was the perfect time for the chat he'd been meaning to have, Alastor left his own desk and made his way across to the other pool of light in the near-by vicinity.