Narrative: Ted & Dumbledore Who: Ted Tonks and Dumbledore. When: October 10th. Lunchtime. Where: Dumblefore's office. What: Ted gets some very bad news.
The morning had been filled with the usual hustle and bustle of classes, although everything was weighed down by the tragic news that had been plastered across the front page of the Daily Prophet, and every other daily paper. The news made the air seemed heavy, and was murmured on many tongues as people went about their morning routine.
Ted Tonks had been looking forward to lunch, but never made it to the meal. He was almost to the Dining Hall when a Professor stopped him in the hallway and told him that he was required in the office of the Headmaster immediately. A certain urgency in the Professor's voice told him not to dally, and so Ted turned on his heel, and with a quick step, went to Dumbledore's office.
He climbed the stairs and knocked and waited until the door was opened before passing through.
"Mssr. Tonks. Have a seat." The Headmaster was seated behind his desk, a solemn, grave look on his face. Ted felt his stomach flip unpleasantly, and he sunk down onto the nearest chair.
"You wanted to see me, Headmaster?" he asked, a frown slowly growing on his face. He had a feeling this was nothing good, unease rising at a rapid pace.
"Ted, I am afraid I have some bad news," Dumbledore spoke in a serious voice that was gently edged, but that didn't matter. Ted felt his stomach falling, his mind racing with all of the possibilities, and he could only stare at the other, mouth going dry.
"It's about your parents. They were attacked, last night, in their house. I'm sorry, Ted. They didn't make it."
If Dumbledore said anything else, Ted didn't hear it. His vision tunneled and his ears seemed to ring. Dead. His parents were dead. His mother. His father. He would never see their smiling faces again. Would never send or recieve letters. Would never go home to visit them on holidays and over the summer. Would never talk with them about school, about life, about anything. Nothing.
Dead. They were dead.
He fell into a stony sort of shock as Dumbledore gently went over the necessary arrangements, letting him know he would be excused from school for as much time as he needed, that an Auror would be escorting him home as soon as he was ready, and would stay with him during his time at home, just incase. Ted shook his head in a jerky manner, and got up. His legs felt shaky, his limbs restless, his skin crawling. He walked in a daze from the office, to Ravenclaw. Didn't speak to anyone as he went to his room, grabbed a bag. Threw random things into it, without really looking, and left just as quickly as he had come, ignoring everyone he passed.