Remus was up and out of his seat in seconds, his fingers flexing and curling around his wand as someone rattled at the door. Very few people would be able to get past Dora's wards, and those who did would hardly bother to use the key, but he was not about to approach the door unarmed. Voldemort had infiltrated the Ministry, where his wife worked, and she was late. Two hours late. Remus doubted that the minutes could have ticked by any more slowly.
He'd been half inclined to send a message to her through his Patronus, and had strongly considered sending one to Arthur, as well, but they were both at the Ministry. He owned no owl. He had no way of knowing whether or not she was safe, or if she'd been stalled with work, and no amount of tea, or whiskey, or both (which was the current case) could soothe his nerves.
She was all he had--all he had. Surely she realized it?
Dragging one hand down the length of his face, he stood behind the door and watched it open. Dora's figure slipped through the door, the soft light reflecting off of her hair, and when she called out to him, he stepped away from the wall. It was her. She'd decided on that color in the morning, though it was fading in and out rather strangely. No other person could imitate that.
"Where have you been?" he asked, unable keep the frustration and worry out of his voice. He stepped forward and grabbed her, almost desperately. "Dora, I thought something had happened!"