This story was so much *fun!* Tonks is a delight, but Moody just shines here with these amazing lines:
Immediately, he grabbed his wand with his free hand and proceeded to clean up himself and the premises. Personal bodily fluids were the most potent kind of relic to use in Dark Magic, and he would not leave a trace behind.
Was it the wishful thinking of a lonely old man or was she being genuine? Was it even reallly Tonks? What if the Order had been infilatrated by Death Eaters under their very noses? There was only one way to find out.
Somehow you manage to take Moody seriously and get inside his worldview while retaining some of the humor that the more two-dimensional version had in the books. Brava! I really enjoyed this one. M.