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[clumsy_auror]

*Tonks walks in, more slowly than usual, and walks over to the bar. Her hair, rather than its customary bright hues, is a dull silvery blue. The skin under her right eye is pink, as though it has just regrown, and she is walking a little gingerly.*

Vodka. Double shot.

*When the glass appears, she picks it up, hand shaking slightly, and drifts towards the back row of booths. She doesn't seem to be aware of anything around her.*

Comments

[aj_crawley]

It's a gift. A.J. Crowley, snarky bastard extraordinaire.

[clumsy_auror]

*she grins at him, but it fades quickly*

Where did he go? Any idea at all?

[aj_crawley]

Not a clue. I'm actually supposed to be keeping an eye out for Constantine; if I had something of the angel's - a lock of hair, or something - I could track him. It's not the best way of finding someone - it leaves a trail, sort of thing, but doesn't show you where they actually are. Hard to explain. Anyway, I'm going to see if I can get Constantine to loan me back the remex he took from Aziraphale.

[clumsy_auror]

You'll find him. If anyone can -- besides Himself, I mean -- it'll be you, Crowley.

But I'll miss you, while you're gone.

[aj_crawley]

I'll... miss you too, Tonks. But hopefully I'll be back within this lifetime.

[clumsy_auror]

Yours or mine? Cause I'll get awfully bored waiting for...well. Eternity. *grins*

[aj_crawley]

Yours. World's a big place, Tonks, and it's very hard to find an angel if they don't want to be found. Still, magic-users have a fairly long life-span, don't they? I'll probably see you again.

[clumsy_auror]

Yeah, we live long lives, as a rule. *looks sadly at him* I wish I could believe you were exaggerating, but...somehow I think there's a possibility you're not.

[aj_crawley]

I'm not. I'll find him. However long it takes.

[clumsy_auror]

*looks at him for a long moment*

All right, then. Find him. Tell him.

[aj_crawley]

Tell him what?

[clumsy_auror]

Tell him why you're there. Why you did what you did. Why you had to go after him. I won't pretend to understand it -- I'm not that stupid -- but he will, I think.

[aj_crawley]

I... think he'll understand. I think he does. He might not thank me for it, but... I think he does.

[clumsy_auror]

I think he does, too. But hearing it out loud is always a good thing.

*looks at him appraisingly* You've not turned me to cinders yet for my audacity, Crowley. I'm shocked.

[aj_crawley]

Please, Tonks. I like to think I have a little more class than that.

[clumsy_auror]

Oh, sure, you're classy. But I'm well aware of the thin ice on which I'm treading. *slight smile*

[aj_crawley]

...I'm not going to hurt you, Tonks.

Well, not on purpose, anyway.

[clumsy_auror]

Thanks. I'm glad. Cause I think you might've altered my memory once back when we first met, and I couldn't remember my own address for three days. *raises eyebrow*

[aj_crawley]

Oh. Er. Whoops. I'm usually a bit more careful than that - but I was distracted, and you were... prying into delicate affairs.

*grins*

[clumsy_auror]

*grins back at him* My point exactly. At least now you know I'm not going to go blabbing your business about the bar.

So you're leaving straight away, then?

[aj_crawley]

Tomorrow morning, at the latest. If I can't get a hold of Constantine, I'm a bit screwed for tracking, but...

*shrugs*

I have to go anyway.

[clumsy_auror]

'Course you do. And if I see Constantine, I'll ask him about the remex for you. Maybe he or I can find you...anything that'll help.

[aj_crawley]

I, uh, see you were talking to Door and Tom.

...How are they?

[clumsy_auror]

*sighs heavily* Not so good, Crowley. Door says she's still my friend, but she's just so cold...her eyes...and she's not exactly interested in making things up with you. Which means Tom's not, either. I get the feeling they think you've Enthralled me, or something.

[aj_crawley]

*pinches the bridge of his nose*

It's...just so stupid. I can't even apologise properly to Door, because Tom made me promise not to go near her.