Two Beds And A Coffee Machine
Sitting on the edge of a bed between two shifts for the Order. Tired, so tired. A cheap muggle motel somewhere, nothing in the room but a couple of beds and a coffee machine on a table, not even a chair. Staring down at the dirty floorboards, at the pair of boots down there, at the hands on the knees. Own hands.
Shouldn't be. Should look... otherwise. Trying to make them look different, failing.
Oh didn't matter really. Would hide and do what needed to be done.
A little voice somewhere in the back of her mind screaming that she should sleep, she should rest, that she knows felling like this, or well close anyway, and she was pushing herself too far, hadn't slept in way too long; she should be able to morph her hands; she should not be alone in the room, he who is beyond the thin wall should be here with her, holding her, but he's not, and she won't force herself to morph, and she can't afford to stop and sleep right now, not that she can fall asleep anyway, but the Order, the work is too important...
The path to the post is uneven, another ditch, another stumble, keep moving. Relieve Hestia, watch over the meeting location, wand at the ready. Constant vigilance. Eyes register facts, ears, own and extendable, catch words. All committed to memory, all ready to be retrieved later, all ready to be used to those who function right. Who plan, and assign, and whose ideas work.
Awareness that he is close. Manning the second observation post. Away. Not a word spoken, not since handing the key to separate room yesterday. Another stop sign.
Keep holding on. Can't give up now.
Moody scoops in on her shortly before it's his time to start, she makes him identify himself before showing up, he's pleased - until his eyes - the real one and the magical one - align on her; she might be unsettled if she could care right now, but she can't; nor about his frown she'd have found fearsome at other times; his wand is out and he hits her with a sleeping charm a bare thought-time before she manages to counter him, and he manages to catch her fall and levitate her to her home, just alerting Remus that the post is temporarily vacated; no use for jobs poorly done, after all.
A note. "You are no good to the Order unless you make sure to take care of yourself. Don't bother to show up for meetings or duty until then. Moody."
BOTHER! Head still swaying, not enough sleep yet.
Can't fall asleep.
Must rest, or would be really useless.
Potion. Making sure the wards are properly set up.
Dreamless sleep.
Muse: Tonks
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word count: 462
Album claim: Savage Garden - Affirmation