Visit from Tonks

[mad_old_auror]

*Moody clumps over to meet Tonks, looking even more growly and irritable than his usual self. The house is small, and slightly shabby but tidy enough. It has the air of never having had anyone of the female persuasion in it for any great length of time, or even visitors, for that matter.*

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[a_klutzy_auror]

With a loud pop, Tonks apparates into the front room of Moody's place. With her she has a large, white canvas bag. In that bag she has two bottles of Jack Daniels, some glasses, one of her Mum's meat pies and a loaf of french bread. "Moody?"

[mad_old_auror]

*He clumps over, scowling, but his frustration is not directed at her.* "Evening... I don't want one word about how unwise that might've been. Had to be done."

[a_klutzy_auror]

She might not be saying it, but you can bet that she's thinking it. "Wouldn't dream of it," Tonks replies as she sets out the items in the bag onto a small table. "D'you want ice in your whiskey?"

[mad_old_auror]

*Moody gestures to a chair, and sinks into one himself with a sigh.* "Neat, thanks. Damnit. We're going to lose witches and wizards this way. Ones that might've made perfectly good aurors with the proper training, but they'll die just because they never had the chance to learn what they're facing. Maybe only the best will survive, but right now we need every auror we can get..." *He scowls at nothing in particular, not even looking at her.*