Who: Tonks & Oliver Wood What: Combining friends and business. Where: Hitwizard offices, Ministry of Magic. When: Monday morning. Warnings: None? Maybe some swearing, who knows. Status: In progress.
Tonks was seated at the desk in her small cubicle in the hitwizard offices, trying in vain to ignore the stack of reports on her desk. She knew she really needed to start writing up some of those reports, but it was her least favorite part of the job and she was really loath to get to work on them. Besides, it was Monday. Who wanted to work on a Monday? Not Tonks. She'd much rather be at home, curled up under her blankets and sleeping until at least ten or eleven.
At the thought, she let out a deep, heavy sigh. From the cubicle next to her came a chuckle. "Day dreaming about your bed again, Tonks?"
"Oi, Horace!" But she laughed as she retorted, "If your bed was as comfortable as mine, you'd be dreaming about it too."
"Hey, who says I don't dream about being in your bed, Tonks?"
She picked up a muggle pen from her desk and tossed it over the barrier, a perfectly practiced movement that allowed her to hit Horace right on his head, judging by the "Oi, that hurt!" that drifted to her ears.
"Stop making aspersions about my bed, Horace! It'll only happen in your dreams, so keep it that way. I don't want to know!" Despite her reprimanding tone, she was laughing as she leaned back in her chair and continued her current job task of studiously ignoring her paperwork. Maybe if she were lucky, someone would come and distract her...