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tough_tonks (tough_tonks) wrote in strugglewithin,

Tonks stepped into the room and managed not to trip over anything out of nerves for being late. It seemed exhaustion was overtaking any sort of nerves she might have, and often nervousness could add to her clumsiness more than anything in the world. So, when she was moving just out of rote and her body too tired to really be on edge, she actually managed an odd sort of grace, even this hour of the morning.

Tonks shut the door behind her, securing the lock and, paranoid perhaps, whispering a white noise spell to cover along all the edges of the door. She would not stand for this conversation to be evasdropped upon, one way or another. Once she was certain the spell was in place, she crossed the rest of the way to the boss' seat and dropped herself wearily into sitting.

"Wotcher, sir. Savage. Sorry I'm late. Lots of... traffic today, you know. People going a bit crazy and all."