Susan Amelia Bones (

There was nothing, Susan mused, quite like being called into work on a Sunday to finalise preparations for a landmark Wizengamot hearing the following day. Nothing, that is except perhaps a choice adjectives that were best left unmentioned in polite company. Still, she'd overheard one of her colleagues giving a tour a new recruit and had been rather chuffed at his description of her being 'lethal and loyal in terrifyingly equal measures' so perhaps the day hadn't been a complete waste.

She'd just grabbed herself a firewhiskey when she spotted two of her favourite people in the world sitting at the bar. "Justin, Ernie," she cried happily, wandering over to them. "How the hell are you two?"

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