Who: Tonks & Hestia What: Lunch between friends! Where: A cafe near the Ministry. When: Wednesday afternoon. Warnings: None? Status: In Progress.
Tonks sometimes found it odd to think about how much her thoughts about work had changed in the last month or so. It used to be she loved coming in every day, had no issues with staying late at all. Now, she had to force herself to come in every day, had to strain to remain unaffected and appear normal throughout the day, and she always left just about the moment her shift was over, if she could manage it. And as such, she looked forward to her lunch hours, especially because it meant she could get out of the building for an hour or so.
Having left her hitwizard robes in her cubicle, Tonks was dressed in jeans and a purple striped sweater as she leaned against a wall in the atrium. She figured Hestia would be able to find her easily, if not for the purple sweater than for her hair, which was short and bright pink again today. She crossed her arms over her chest as she casually eyed her coworkers, bustling by. How many of them were Death Eaters? How many had blood on their hands? More than that, how many of them were like she'd once been, going through their days with no idea that something was wrong.
Was Hestia like that as well? It was what she'd planned to figure out. If she could, she'd approach as many of the old Order members as she could. Hestia was the most convenient for now, since they worked together. And it gave her an excuse to meet with the woman, one that wouldn't seem unusual if she was being watched. With thoughts of how she'd carefully approach any dangerous topics circling in her mind, Tonks tried to relax as she waited for her friend and coworker to find her.