1995-03-25: Oh Bollocks

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Scene Title Oh Bollocks
Synopsis Angry Moody is Angry
Location #12 Grimmauld Place
Date Mar 25, 1995
Watch For Grounding, paranoia
Logger Old Yeller

A few hours after the pub brawl.. Poor Rosmerta.. Sirius hasn't quite calmed down. He's still /furious/ that Edwin had the absolute gall to /hit/ Tonks. The pair cleared off from Hogsmeade in the aftermath, finding it for the best. While Grimmauld Place isn't the greatest for calming one's nerves.. it is hidden and hidden well, and serves as an excellent hidey hole.

"Sit still, I'll fix your nose. That way you don't have to listen to your mum lecture before it's fixed," Sirius says as he tries to get Tonks to sit down in the cavernous kitchen. Kreacher has been shunted from the room with instructions to not bother them for at least an hour. (There was also a vague offer of a silver framed picture of Bellatrix and Narcissa if he followed this instruction. The end result was Kreacher actually looking something close to happy and he's been gleefully out of their hair since.)

The Ministry works quick! While they were in the process of entering Grimmauld, an owl had swooped down and delivered a message. The envelope had pegged her square in the face (OW) before the owl flew off. So, a couple hours after the brawl, Tonks is going over what is in store for her in the morning. Again. "And here I was trying to convince Scrimgeour that I wasn't as temperamental as the cow made me," she says once she's sat down. She was also impressed with the treatment of Kreacher, but she wisely keeps quiet on this matter for it's no time for 'I told you so's with the house elf. And Sirius really doesn't like 'I told you so's, especially when he's in a bad mood. Or is he? She folds up the memo, "We're /so/ grounded."

One would think that the Ministry is the only body one might have to worry about. But word spreads fast, and when one goes in for a drink and to meet up with a contact only to find Rosmerta yelling at you to leave as well because of not wanting trouble-THEN add onto that hearing some damned tale about the fight itself? Well-word spreads quickly. It only seems like few precious minutes before the front door is banging open, and shutting quickly behind whomever is stumping around in the front room. "CAN IT YOU DAMNED PICTURE!" a bull roar that seeming becomes harder to understand as the Scottish accent seems to be working in full force, as words are traded back and forth with the portrait. One might only hope it dies there, but the whirlwind of a tap, stump, tap stump can be heard coming closer to the Kitchen. Sounds as if Moody-or someone else with knowledge of this place is on a one legged warpath.

Wand out, Sirius scowls and taps foot. "It couldn't have been helped. I'm furious that I let him get to me, and then to you. Still, his words didn't help and the fact that I have this horrid urge to punch /him/ in the face on sight.." Well.. the point has been made. "I don't think I'll quite ever get the taste out of my mouth. Not even scourgify or tergeo will help this one." Ugh. Nasty flavor. "It'll blow over. Have Scrimgeour investigate that arse for a change." His own letter sits on the table, detailing a rather terse warning from the Ministry MLE, and a quite unfair fine. Still. Could be worse. There could be a hearing. That's all he needs about now anyway. "Here, hold still. Don't want this to set crooked and we'll see about those bruises too. Blimey, I could maul him for this." A growl is back into his voice, as he sounds as indignant as any older brother would.

Then.. "Oh bollocks." Moody's here, and that's just the cap on Sirius's day.

"I'm just pissed he now knows a button to push with me. And I'd done so well when he was guarding you, too!" She's mad at herself for her loss of temper. Normally, she can keep it in check… usually. And it's not like she's got a temper…usually. She rolls her eyes, "Sirius, they probably won't. I mean, he got off for 'no evidence'. It's like they pat the wrist and then let them go play nice with the others. Everyone that has a braincell to rub knows Uncle Loo played for that team, but everyone just lets him wander 'cause he claimed Imperious…" Still, she frowns. "Probably should've kept the arm comment to myself, though…"
And there goes Moody. There's a squeak from the Auror and despite Sirius telling her not to move, she's sinking in her chair like she just got deflated. "Anyone but him…" And maybe Dumbledore…because Dumbledore'd just give the 'I'm so disappointed' sort of guilt trip probably…

Oh Bollocks would be correct. Because only in a short moment is Moody pushing his lurching frame through the door. One hand stilled on the door frame as the Blue eye flicks madly between both the Auror with the hurt nose, and Sirius himself. There's no curl of lips, no greetings of happiness, or offering for a drink. No, there's just a sneer plastered on Moody's face, as he visibly seethes right there. he lets that poor bit of silence die quickly though as with another step he is coming closer to the cousins. "Do y' have any BLOODY idea, what you both just did?" No, whereas Dumbledore might give the more motherly guilt trip-Moody is like that father that explodes and punches walls. Or throws something while working in the garage. "Because the way I hear it, TWO members of a rather secretive group ATTACKED A worker for the Magical Law Enforcement Department!" words are spat out, leaving little flecks at the corner of his mouth. "Because when trying to combat a Dark Lord-the brightest thing is to make enemies of the established government-who are on OUR SIDE." Moody's snaps before he lets the blue eye do its searching look. As if trying to sniff out that breach of sanity. "Well?!"

"Or they fill the Ministry coffers with gold," Sirius mutters, no only thinking of Lucius, but also the Order of Merlin that rests in an upstairs drawing room. Hhe carefully aims his wand and fixes Tonks's nose with a casting of 'episkey'. "There.. What's done is done. He knows we're onto him and that's either a good thing or a bad thing. Same for that Falton bint. Now for the bruises… oi, sit still!" Good thing he fired off the healing spell before Tonks slid down in her seat.

"No. Haven't a ruddy clue," Sirius says smoothly as he settles his backside against the old dining room table. "Oh wait, /that/ incident. Well, the way I see it, Mad-eye, a known Death Eater in the Magical Law Enforcement Department and his Death Eater companion goaded us into a fight and threw the first hit." To emphasize this, he points at Tonks's bruised face. "There was no way on this earth that I was going to just /let/ him get away with that!" There's no need to explain that Edwin purposefully insulted werewolves, and that started it, right? RIGHT TONKS?

She's been on the barking end of a rampaging Mad-eye before. Several times. Usually involving doing something along the lines of 'stupid' that would've 'gotten her killed or worse, maimed'. She's ranking this up there with that. The bruises still remain but there's a yelp when the bone and cartiledge snaps back into proper place. Young as she is, she's not used to bones setting themselves. If she was, she would've wiggled the damn thing back into place in the Broomsticks. "Edwin Gifford," she tosses the name otu to see if the Mad-eyed mentor would have a frame of reference. "It was a trainwreck, but he was the one that attacked /us/ first. See?" She points to her wonderfully colored raccoon mask of Tell Tale I Just Had My Nose Busted bruises.

"Don't bloody get me started on Gifford-And I don't bloody well give a flyin' crap if he insulted your mother first. You're an Auror, Nymphadora Tonks, therefore you should be above reproach. And never be goaded into a fight by anyone. I taught you better Damnit. I taught you the best!" Mad Eye barks back out before he's looking over towards Sirius for a moment, that tightning tick of his jaw "And you. Damned Black! You of all people should know better than t' get into it with a member of the MLE given your dubious background. Exonerated or not-half my damned class still thinks you're a bloody looney and murderer. I know its not true, but when the mob thinks it, they are less easily swayed." Unless with fear, then they act like bloody sheep or cattle.. A shake of his head, and Moody, is reaching in for his flask for a moment. Though the anger is still pouring off of him in waves. "Do you realize if either of you were arrested or got sacked because of this, we lose valuable members to the Order? Did you ever think that we're trying to remain hidden because of what has happened to our past members in these times? Hm?" cap's off and he is taking a long swig of whisky before he's offering the dull silver thing towards Tonks first. "I am sure I don't have t' remind you about the Longbottoms-or the Prewitt brothers.." And there's one name he won't say, but the looks that is given to Sirius conveys it enough.

"And Septima Falton," Sirius spits out as he swells up with anger and well, shouts back. This isn't improving his mood at all. "MAD-EYE. I WAS NOT GOING.." He pauses, takes several deep breaths then continues in a lower volume.. "He /hit/ Tonks. There was no damned way that I was not going to let him get away with that! Neither of us threw spells until that moment! AND I KNOW WHAT OUR PURPOSE IS." Uhoh, he's back to roaring now and Walburga's screeching from the hallway upstairs. Lovely. "I don't need to be reminded further of who we've lost! I live with it every single day of my life!" In the midst of the shouting, he's gotten up from his seat on the table and is facing Moody, slamming the palms of his hands against its surface.

Tonks' jaw sets at a stubborn angle. "I know how I was taught… I didn't think that included standing around while some slimey, ministry /tool/ insulted me, my family, my friends, and then /hit/ me." She frowns when Sirius' temper snaps, and Mad eye's already a raging volcano. And she's got a headache still from the pressure of the bruising that's still left over and she sort of sucks at these med spells and ugh. "Nobody threw spells, really. There were a couple of expelliarmuses. Septima cast something to separate Edwin and I. But it was just generally a ballroom brawl. And /nothing/ got /outed/, so damn your secrecy." Save for her calling Edwin's allegiances to the mat, tee hee. She's just going to rest her head on the table while all the shouting goes on. Because she's tempted to join in. YAY!

"I can't bloody help that the Wizengamot believed everyone who said they were under the imperius.." Moody is beginning in as he watches Sirius lean in and there goes Mad Eye again as he leans right back into Sirius's face at this point "You're not the only one, damnit." Of course yelling just serves to bring the circle right around. "You think I fell just as bloody grand knowing that two I helped to bring charges against, that I spent my life and lost Much to bring to justice are walking about free doesn't make me pissed? I'm right pissed!" Moody exclaims as on hand curls into a gnarled, and meaty fist-before being slammed on the table top. Flask then motioned from Tonks towards Sirius.

"So Gifford punched first?" It seems that mad Eye has his own plans for Gifford, though he's less likely to go tracking down Septima so as to terrify her. Though if he had his way-Moody probably would have cursed up and down the list of known Death Eaters that claimed the Imperius defense in an effort to find some justice for those harmed. As such Mad Eye is (was) the law and must work within it. "Just consider yourselves lucky that you're not back in prison-and you're not sacked."

Sirius drops a hand to rest on Tonks's shoulder, and seems to be willing to quiet down his voice for her sake. "We're in this together, we lost our tempers and with good reason!" Okay, maybe not so much with the shouting. He does however take the offered flask, and has a gulp of its contents before passing it back. "Right. He struck first, which is what I was waiting for. If the fight had of gotten worse, well.. then yeah. Perhaps she would have been sacked and I back in jail, but not without a fight." No. They're not taking Black again without a struggle. "Septima disarmed me after I disarmed Gifford. So I bit him." That's what dogs do when a charge is threatened. It's also another way he has to fight so it was utilized.. which doesn't help scrutiny against Animagi.. Oops.

Tonks lifts her hand here, "I wasn't in agreement with that. The biting, by the way." Which was why she healed it! Well, that and so there wasn't any evidence that Sirius /had/ bit him for Edwin to cry to the ministry for. That was just dumb. Incidentally, it was also a contributor to the fight ending. How 'bout that. And her being sacked? "Please, Robards couldn't piss without me around," So /there/. Hoping things'll calm down for the ol' raging one, Tonks does open up on what they were having a disagreement about, "He kept going on about how Umbridge was great, and about how she dealt with werewolves just. It sort of struck a cord."

Moody sighs right there as he's taking the flask back. "You know he's looking for a reason to have your arse back in jail Sirius. Don't be giving him one-though I assume if I was there, I would have wanted to do just the same." but there's no exasperation or what one might think a ending of some shouting match might include. Moody, instead is clenching his jaw, and that tick under his good eye is showing a twitch or two-which Tonk might take it to mean Moody is merely boiling there under the surface. "Biting them-Bloody Hell Sirius, you'll give them the same fodder Greyback gives for werewolves-Soon enough they'll be wanting to pass more restrictions on Animagi.." A look over towards Tonks, and there's a tick of his brow "So how did him Bad mouthing werewolves get you punched." Perhaps Moody is fishing for more information than is needed at this point, but lets not focus on that. A dry laugh that shows no bloody warmth-as much as that under rolling current of rage. "Umbridge was a harpy at best She got what she deserved, anyone who manipulates the law in order to oppress is no leader. And No Minister. Hell's teeth I'd say they aren't even a wizard-but a power hungry.." Well what comes out next more or less would clam that poor Umberidge is a rather filthy woman of the night. But, there is no love lost between Mad Eye and that woman.

"Yeah well, he had it coming. He'd been begging to be mauled since the day he was assigned as a guard." Sirius says in a grumpy tone, then swats lightly at Tonks for the language. It's playful really. Worrying about such a usage of the word in the overall conversation. "With me as well, considering how long Remus and I have been mates and what James and I did for him." Still, he should have known better than to let himself be prodded into a fight. It's so.. childish.. but Sirius can't help it much. Sometimes, he's stuck in the mindset he was in before Azkaban. Young, brash, reckless and untouchable.

"I know what he's after," Sirius says in a sullen sounding voice. There's a sort of 'feh' sound now, "Of course you would have been in the fray, you old hypocrite." But it's said so fondly too… before he's outraged again. "Don't you put me on the same page as that nutter! I used the weapon I had at my disposal, and he was still attacking Tonks!"

"I called him out for it," she grumbles quietly. "I told him in so many words to take what he said back, and that really, he wasn't much better. In… so many words." IE: 'Show your arm :D :D'. "He'd already gotten my temper by then, anyway. didn't know what he was talking about. Or maybe he did. She probably let him in on it all. They were really chummy." At this point, Tonks is rubbing her forehead as if she was having a headache develop. She is, really. It's association, but every time she thinks about what Umbridge did, she develops one. maybe she can just blame the fact that Umbridge is a talentless hack and couldn't be arsed to do a proper Obliviate. "Hey, I had the situation under control! You didn't need to go all fangy…" Yes, in a headlock, she totally had things under control.
Still, "Fact of the matter: We know what we did was wrong," Don't disagree with her, Sirius, "But we're not going to regret it. We knew what we were getting into, and as you can see," She indicates the Ministry letters behind her, "We're dealing with the consequences. Like good little grown ups."

"I'm not saying you are him, Black-I am saying that'll give all those anti werewolf and Animagi people fodder. Simple as that." A faint frown there as he's looking back between the both of them. Another slug "And I might yet-." Though knowing Moody had he been there he is sure Gifford would have thought twice about starting a fight with Tonks, let alone Sirius. After all Moody is never invited to those parties. That doesn't mean though the old man doesn't start those parties either. "You'll probably hear about it from Dumbledore besides me..Lucky I didn't come in here and curse you both for being colossal idiots.." But, that is meant with a certain fondness, that only Mad eye can dispense on an insult.

And so he is bringing that flask for another swig before he's holding it out for any takers. "I have half a mind t' go find Gifford an give him what for..Bloody doesn't even deserve the robes he's in."

Sirius frowns down at Tonks, "YES. I did. He /hit/ /you/." This has to be emphasized. It's a bit like saying someone hit Harry and he had to go all dogfather on them too. "They don't need /my/ help for their agenda," he barks before taking the offered flask again. There's a grimace given that's not entirely to do with the drink he takes before handing it back. "Probably.. and thank you for that. In the mood I'm in, I'd have hexed back and then it wouldn't be a fair fight." His wand is then out in hand and three silver goblets fly from a cupboard along with a dusty bottle of something fairly potent. "Can't keep drinking your stash," he says to Mad-eye as he quickly checks the bottle before opening it. Looks clean, save for the dust. Ahh, good old potent firewhiskey that's been aging for Merlin knows how long. The goblets are filled, one pushed to Tonks, Sirius taking the other. Knowing Mad-eye, Sirius will let him do whatever it is he needs before partaking.

Tonks, being the modern woman she is, just sort of rolls her eyes, but she doesn't say anything. It's a lost cause, and her silence is her thanks, really. The dusty bottle is eyed, and after the contents are poured, she lifts it up and pushes the dust away to check the year on it. It's set down for the Mad-eyed one, before she takes up her goblet, sniffs, and then tosses back a decent portion of it. Cue OMG OLD WHISKEY Face. But she manages to keep the contents down. There's another mutter of 'ministry tool' about Gifford.

"My stash is less likely to run out-than yours.." But, that's Moody being paranoid, as such he's watching both Sirius and Tonks as if waiting for them to keel over from whatever it is they drank. A grimace and he's stashing his flask after corking it back up and pouring his own glass, but then in an instant he's taking a small pouch from his robes, and ticking out a small cube that would appear to be sugar..Though its not-giving the odd sound it makes before he drops it in. There's no screams, no ghostly smoke of green with the skull and crossbones over it to show that it is poisoned. and so the little thing is plucked back up-tossed in the pouch and secured in Mad Eye's robes before he's taking out his wand and muttering to himself as he inspects the goblet-for curses.

This is normal.

"I would have strangled him, personally..Or turned him into a rock- t' toss at the bottom of the lake."

Sirius KNOWS Tonks can take care of herself. She wouldn't have survived Moody's training otherwise. That said, he was not going to twiddle his thumbs and shout as she was hit. Tonks is family that counts, okay? He's not bothered by Moody's paranoia. You get used to it. Heck. Sirius would be checking the goblets for curses too if he hadn't already done so. Wouldn't put it past his mum to have cursed every damn thing in the place before she passed. "Thanks for the ideas. I'll bear them in mind for next time." He's /joking/. (not really.)

Hey, Moody has his ways of detecting poison, Tonks has hers. Maybe it's because she became paranoid he poisoned her food during training, and she just knows what to look for. Or smell for. Though, technically? The stuff in the goblet is already poison enough. The initial sting of the potency of the whisky dealt with, Tonks has an easier time gulping it down. Tonks never learned the art of 'delicately drinking', much to the disappointment of her mum. Then again, a lot of Tonks' mannerisms are a 'disappointment', haha. "S'not bad," she states about the firewhisky. then again, she loves the stuff, so it's all good. She picks up her letter from her superior, and just reads over it again. she's going to find that owl and smack it for pegging her in the nose for it.

Well if you've been stabbed, cursed, hexed,and poisoned as much as he has you would be paranoid too. Something he tried to breed into Tonks as if she was his own daughter, however that didn't pan out as much as he planned. A grunt when the wand is lowered apparently everything is up to snuff enough for Mad Eye. goblet raised he nods a cheers to them both before taking a sip, letting what smoke that comes with it, trickle from his nose. "Fine year-has a nice steady burn.." spoken with a few puffs of smoke before eyes are onto Sirius for a moment. "Just-next time they try t' goad ya into a fight, make sure you have more witnesses, or fists for your side. It could always end up being a trap." something Moody knows extensively about. "Who is the head of the Hit Wizard Department these days?" Uh-oh.

Fire whiskey isn't for delicate drinking. Hmph. Sirius drinks down a healthy measure as he remains on his feet by Tonks. "Only the best was kept about," he utters in a grudging sort of way. They were Blacks. There was no question of having the best around. And now that the shouting is done with and they've all made up, he says, "When should we talk to Jack, see if he wants to be brought in? I'm thinking perhaps his sister too, but not until she's left Hogwarts… Right.. a trap.. I hadn't thought of that one before," he ends on a slightly sarcastic note. How many of those did he and James break up? He shrugs and refills his goblet. "Dunno. I'm good to name the Minister. I'm still catching up on who's who." He's been gone so long the entire city has to be relearned.

Hit Wizzy boss is said relatively easy enough. Tonks tries not to deal with the HIt Wizards unless she needs to. Unless it's Christian. "That's what we got him for," she indicates Moody. Neither one of them thought about the trap thing. Moody taught Tonks well, and it shows all the time. Problem being, he has experience and age, and she's still just a twenty-one year old girl. It causes problems. She then frowns. "What about Christian," she does say. She then beams. "Haha, Jack was my idea." She feels proud that someone she was scoping out's actually getting picked.

"I know the Minister. He's of the same school as I am…"Which means Moody has an idea for how Rufus is as an Auror "But, as a Minister-I do not know how he'll be. He was decent enough, and has survived as long as I have if that's saying anything to you.." A shrug and Moody is draining a bit more down with a good sized gulp. A sigh and a flashing of teeth before he's reaching for the dusty old bottle. "Hate your parents as y' might. They had good taste in whisky..Sides, if this pisses the picture off, I'll keep drinking it." Another sip given before he's leaning into the table. "I'd like t' see Faulkner. Boy's got a good head on his shoulders, and can duel well." Now Jack that gets a grunt which is indiscernible "I'll see Noble-and his sister has potential-Might even rope in the family if we're lucky.. Having an ally on the Wizengamot wouldn't hurt. It'll help with information.." of course Moody is just spit balling. "We need a meeting again…See all the faces I'd say take a new picture…But.." he still has the old one-and those pictures never end up well do they? More like moving gravestones.

"Faulkner's got his head on straight. We could feel around a bit more to see if he'd be a good fit." Meaning someone who won't decide later they don't want to be in the Order for the long haul. Sirius smirks down at Tonks. "I know.. and Noble's a good fit.." Another smirk and a raised glass to Moody. He can drink to that comment about his parents. May they be rotting. "Moody, not getting all nostalgic on us are you?"

The whole noble family? "Sir Michael's awesome." Yes, there's someone else she hero worships. Though, really, "But I'm not sure if he'd actually be up for Order stuff. So who knows." Tonks just returns to her drinking, happily draining the glass now that lecture time's over.

"Not entirely. I just think we should see how we are when we begin.." And how small they will be when this is over. All the same there's a nod back towards Sirius "Tonks you can catch him at work, and if I run into him, I'll see what I can do." Which means Moody will be grumpy per usual and see if the boyo can handle it. A slight shift of his eyes back towards Tonks-ok just te one uber creepy eye. "Maybe not all of them-but those we can feel will not skip out on us. Not to say Sir Michael will-But he might distance himself for politics sake."

Sirius grins a bit at Tonks from behind his goblet. There. Less angry now and the whiskey helps immensely. "Probably not.. but.. if he might consent to passing information through Jack. It'd be a big help… if it doesn't hurt him politically that is." Although, Black can't figure why that really matters in the long run. Everyone will be hurt. "I'll lay low the next few days.. I've been neglecting further cleaning," he finally consents this being a safe route considering what happened just a few short hours ago. "Get the place more in shape for company, meetings and possible guests. What's Dung been up to anyway? Have you been able to roust him back into the Order yet?"

For some reason Talk about the Order ranks a little lower than Decorate Grimmauld. She makes a squeak and begins digging in her coat's various pockets. "that reminds me." Ah hah! A bundle of periodicals and catalogs is finally fished out, with chocolate frog wrappers attached to it, and she undoes the tie to flip them on the table. A few are Witch Weekly, of which Tonks is an avid reader, and a couple are mail order catalogs. "I found a few things that would work with the house," she flips open to a page showing a bronze woody sort of scheme, "I thought this'd be great as the main decor."

Moody blinks towards Tonks, and there's a look back over towards Sirius for a moment quiet as if he's trying to find the right words to say right then. However there's just a shake of his head "I'll leave decorating to you like minded folk.." If one saw Moody's own house they would know simply that decorating is not much of a thing for dear old Alastor. And so he is turning back towards Sirius, as Dung does bring a grimace to the ex Auror's face "The problem is locating Dung right now. You'd think he caught wind of the goings on and took disappearing like a fart in the wind.." Moody mutters, before polishing off the contents in his goblet. Seemingly un phased Moody continues on. "We'll see what we can get-information is always a boon.."

Sirius parks his butt on the table again, leaning over to look through the catalogs. He normally has better manners, that backsides are for chairs, not tables. He's just feeling a little unkind to his family and propriety. "Hmm.. yeah.. that'd lighten up the hallway, make it a bit more cheery." The place.. the decor.. it's positively dreary, and that was in its heyday. "I thought about painting the hallway in as tacky colors as possible… but that's much nicer." Moody's words earn a snort as he looks up from the decorating ideas. So not his forte, but if he doesn't consent to schemes, who knows what this place will turn out to look like! "Shifty little bugger, but useful. A bit fun to have around too. He's probably hiding though, the coward."

Hey don't look at her like that! If Moody wants her to stay out of trouble, "I need a hobby when I'm not chasing down crazy escapees from Azkaban." Yes,s he's likely on that detail more often than not. She looks at Sirius, "Other than you." As far as crazy escapees and all, Har har. She makes a few notes here and there, then works on filling out an order form, which will be sent to her mum's house. Who can squawk about her daughter filling up the house with useless junk. "Don't really think I've had the pleasure of making his acquaintance," she offers, just to show she is paying attention to the conversation.

"He'll be the death of someone mark my words." Moody says with a snort, but then the old man is shaking his head before glancing to the two colour scheming cousins. "If you do paint..or paper this place. At least pick a decent colour. If I come back to find orange with Pink, I'll skin y' both where you stand. Go for a nice red and gold. I'm sure your parents would love that Sirius.." A chuckle at that for a moment "Who, Jack or Mundungus? Fletcher..He's.." Well Moody doesn't exactly like Fletcher "A thief and a criminal.." But like Sirius said, Fletcher does have his uses.

Sirius laughs a bit forcedly at Tonks. Har-dee-har-har. "Dung's as useful as he is dodgy." He casts up a wide grin at Mad-eye, "Thanks. We'll do just that then… haha.. Read my mind you have. The drawing room. Red and Gold, nothing but those colors." Sure it /may/ look tacky, but that was one of his mother's favorite rooms.. and oh sweet revenge. "We'll keep it in check, don't worry. This /is/ where I have to live anyway."

There's a chuckle back towards Sirius before he's turning to make for the doorway back into the Hallway "I'll see what I can do with him." Which means Moody will go and scare the living piss out of poor Fletcher and then go about his business. A look over his shoulder "Leave th' bottle." which means Moody is seeing to something that probably caught his eye in its wandering.

Tonks would comment that red and gold is overrated, but she feels that's likely not wise considering the two are gryffindors. But she makes note of it. "Well…" She looks over her shoulder as Moody hobbles away, "That…could've gone a whole lot worse."


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