|tough_tonks (tough_tonks) wrote in strugglewithin,|
@ 2008-11-04 18:04:00
|Entry tags:||*complete, august 1997, gawain robards, graylin savage, nymphadora lupin|
RP: Closed Door Meetings at the MLE...
Date: 4 August 1997, Evening
Characters: Graylin Savage, Gawain Robards, Nymphadora Lupin
Location: Gawain's Office, MLE
Summary: Gawain calls Tonks and Savage in for an important assignment.
Mornings seemed to come earlier and earlier these days. Tonks knew mentally that she was getting up the same hour every morning, taking the same too quick shower, rushing out the same door just a few minutes late and getting into the office just a few panicked minutes early, but somehow it felt like the world was moving heavier. Her stomach sat heavy and nauseated, putting her off even her morning cup of coffee, while the air around the ministry had gotten thick with tension. For the first time in years of service, Tonks walked into the office five minutes late and without an ounce of eagerness in her heart. She never disliked her job, but under Yaxley, she might just begin to all too quickly.
She headed straight to her desk, bypassing the coffee which she had been so loyally drinking since she got here. Hell, she was the one who demanded they have coffee made as well as tea, much preferring the American pick-me-up in the mornings to a hot, soothing beverage. Her stomach couldn't take either. Instead, she headed straight to her desk, only to find a Purple Memo rested in her little inbox. Urgent, important. It matched one on Savage's desk, even if she didn't notice it yet. She set down her small travel case and reached her left hand for the memo, carefully letting it open upon recognition of her touch. Security spell enforced. She blinked curiously as she began to read.
I wish to see you and Savage in my office as soon as you start work today. She has the same summons. - Robards
Tonks looked up, gazing over in Savage's direction. Possibly the woman wasn't even at her desk any longer. Either way, Tonks made her way straight to Robards' office and strongly knocked upon the door. She tried to make herself look a bit more put together and even pinched her cheeks to give herself some colour that she hadn't had all morning. The last thing she needed was to be taken off this case because she looked sickly. If this was the case she hoped it was, either way.