Who: Tonks and Teddy What: running into each other Where: Bungalow #3 When: Early Wednesday morning
Teddy was having trouble getting out of bed that morning. He had never been a particularly earlier riser to begin with, that when paired with the fact he was still horribly sore with the fading bruises of his fight several nights ago and the fact that he despised his job it took him an extra hour longer than it should have to get himself ready for work. Usually he prided himself on getting half way through the lived in bungalows before the people started to wake up, today however, he was found that he was greeted by people as he worked collecting their trash.
Bungalow three was no exception. He could hear footsteps from with in the home and sighed inwardly. Not seeing their trash bags sitting outside their home, Teddy felt like the only honest thing to do was knock and ask if they had any that he needed to rid them.
“Hello,” He called banging on the door, “Trash collection!”