And about her--there's something maybe you should see.
*The words come out as if of their own accord, fighting their way past the sick lump that's suddenly bloomed in his stomach. He rises, then, lifting his wand to undo the wards on the third kitchen drawer--he'd put on every one he could think of, after stowing inside what Mrs. Tonks sent him. It wouldn't do to leave that sort of thing lying around.*
Something another source sent me. It's bad, though. Bad.
*He reaches for the copied files and for the sleeve of photographs but he doesn't withdraw them, not yet--he's looking grimly at the two of them, clearly waiting for permission.*
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And about her--there's something maybe you should see.
*The words come out as if of their own accord, fighting their way past the sick lump that's suddenly bloomed in his stomach. He rises, then, lifting his wand to undo the wards on the third kitchen drawer--he'd put on every one he could think of, after stowing inside what Mrs. Tonks sent him. It wouldn't do to leave that sort of thing lying around.*
Something another source sent me. It's bad, though. Bad.
*He reaches for the copied files and for the sleeve of photographs but he doesn't withdraw them, not yet--he's looking grimly at the two of them, clearly waiting for permission.*