James –lucky git- had been pulled out to patrol Hogwarts that night. Which of course left Jazz with the paperwork. His hand was cramping up from all the writing and he was just about to start a second pot of ink when his partner showed up, with Tonks.
‘Back again?’ Jasper gave the witch a sympathetic look. She’d died in the most recent battle and obviously had come back a few weeks out of date. It must be weird, but not as weird as the first time she’d returned. He tapped the coffee pot with his wand, warming the liquid through again before pouring her some.
The wastepaper basket transfigured itself into a chair and he motioned for Tonks to sit. ‘Stupid question, but how are you feeling?’