Away Team (Chapters 7, 8, and 9 now up! *EDITING*)
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7
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Chapter 7
Three wizards and a witch walked into a bar.
Somewhere there was a punchline waiting to happen, and when it did, Nymphadora Tonks was not going to laugh.
The mission had been a dismal disappointment thus far; the addition of Harry Potter to the team had been a clunky, inconvenient addendum that really hadn't caused too much trouble, as Potter had thus proven himself to be adept at quickly catching on to the many nuances of covert work, but still---just having him along was an unwelcome alteration to an otherwise smoothely functioning machine. But those looks he was always casting at her...she could see it in his eyes, the little bugger just couldn't wait until some little glitch put him into a situation with her alone.
Her reputation at the Ministry's Covert Operations division had suffered greatly since the mishap during the bookstore mission. Or maybe suffered wasn't quite the right word...perhaps been massively enhanced would be a more appropriate term. Apparently Potter hadn't kept his mouth shut about what he saw and the requests for transfer from other departments had been flooding Dumbledore's desk for weeks. The little shit, being the Albus' Pet that everyone knew he was, had his request approved immediately and was assigned to the team without so much as an evaluation review by the present members.
Which meant Tonks had to shut up and put up.
But she'd be damned if she was gonna put out.
She was lost in her angry thoughts, waiting by the door while Remus negotiated with the barkeep for rooms in the Inn, watching with disinterest as Sirius gave Harry pointers on how to pick up girls. Two particularly soused-appearing females wearing what could only be generously described as stripper costumes were eyeing the two men with blatant drunken lust. One of them, a big blonde who made Tonks think shudderingly of Lucius Malfoy in bad drag on even worse acid, was leaning forward pulling the lapels of her skimpy halter open to reveal a disturbing amount of surgically enhanced bosom.
Tonks looked away in disgust as Sirius strolled over and openly slid his hand inside the woman's blouse.
Damn him, so fucking arrogant he thinks can get away with anything.
Shake it off...jealousy does NOT become you. Remember who we're talking about here. This is Sirius Black, bastard extraordinaire.
Out of the corner of her eye she watched as he strolled back to where Harry stood. The boy was obviously committing every detail to memory, intent on emulating the master. Tonks shook her head. This could only end in disaster.
Harry sucked in his breath, straightened his shirt, and boldly crossed the room to a table inhabited by two girls who seemed to be far less intoxicated than the pair Sirius had approached. They also seemed far more discerning, and eyed Harry with suspicion as he glanced nervously back at his Godfather for approval. Sirius winked and raised his glass.
Emboldened, Harry sat down between the girls and casually slipped his arms around the pair of them. Tonks wanted badly to look away, but the train wreck was in progress already and her sense of morbid fascination refused to let her rip her eyes from the impending crash. Fortunately it came quickly.
Harry stumbled, bewildered, back to his snickering Godfather, the distinct shape of a palm emblazoned on each crimson cheek, his expression clearly asking What did I do wrong??
Tonks didn't get to hear Sirius' response; Remus was approaching through the crowd, a look of consternation on his own face.
And then the long awaited punchline finally happened.
"There are no rooms, here or anywhere---some sort of Muggle convention, everything has been booked for weeks. Albus really needs to start checking these things ahead of time, apparently Muggles like to get together in large groups on a fairly frequent basis and look at one another's motorbikes for some odd reason."
"Motorbikes?" Sirius cut in, his interest piqued.
Before the conversation could take the pointless time wasting u-turn it always somehow managed to take, Tonks took it upon herself to reign it in. "So what are our options, Remus? I mean, other than the obvious solution of sending Sirius and Harry off to spend the night with whichever of these tarted up tramps is willing to risk her genital health on an ill-advised one night stand with a skanky stranger."
Sirius drained his glass and shot her a menacing sneer. "Who you calling skanky, witch?"
"You. You haven't had a bath since we started this mission and Merlin knows how long it's been since you shaved. Grew that stubble in Azkaban, did you?"
"Alright children, enough," Remus interrupted, peering carefully at a map the barkeep had drawn on a napkin. "We have a solution, albeit probably not a very comfortable one...fortunately it will only be for one night, so it will have to suffice." He folded the napkin and tucked it into the pocket of his overcoat. "Come on, it's getting late and it's only going to get colder out there."
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Chapter 7
Three wizards and a witch walked into a bar.
Somewhere there was a punchline waiting to happen, and when it did, Nymphadora Tonks was not going to laugh.
The mission had been a dismal disappointment thus far; the addition of Harry Potter to the team had been a clunky, inconvenient addendum that really hadn't caused too much trouble, as Potter had thus proven himself to be adept at quickly catching on to the many nuances of covert work, but still---just having him along was an unwelcome alteration to an otherwise smoothely functioning machine. But those looks he was always casting at her...she could see it in his eyes, the little bugger just couldn't wait until some little glitch put him into a situation with her alone.
Her reputation at the Ministry's Covert Operations division had suffered greatly since the mishap during the bookstore mission. Or maybe suffered wasn't quite the right word...perhaps been massively enhanced would be a more appropriate term. Apparently Potter hadn't kept his mouth shut about what he saw and the requests for transfer from other departments had been flooding Dumbledore's desk for weeks. The little shit, being the Albus' Pet that everyone knew he was, had his request approved immediately and was assigned to the team without so much as an evaluation review by the present members.
Which meant Tonks had to shut up and put up.
But she'd be damned if she was gonna put out.
She was lost in her angry thoughts, waiting by the door while Remus negotiated with the barkeep for rooms in the Inn, watching with disinterest as Sirius gave Harry pointers on how to pick up girls. Two particularly soused-appearing females wearing what could only be generously described as stripper costumes were eyeing the two men with blatant drunken lust. One of them, a big blonde who made Tonks think shudderingly of Lucius Malfoy in bad drag on even worse acid, was leaning forward pulling the lapels of her skimpy halter open to reveal a disturbing amount of surgically enhanced bosom.
Tonks looked away in disgust as Sirius strolled over and openly slid his hand inside the woman's blouse.
Damn him, so fucking arrogant he thinks can get away with anything.
Shake it off...jealousy does NOT become you. Remember who we're talking about here. This is Sirius Black, bastard extraordinaire.
Out of the corner of her eye she watched as he strolled back to where Harry stood. The boy was obviously committing every detail to memory, intent on emulating the master. Tonks shook her head. This could only end in disaster.
Harry sucked in his breath, straightened his shirt, and boldly crossed the room to a table inhabited by two girls who seemed to be far less intoxicated than the pair Sirius had approached. They also seemed far more discerning, and eyed Harry with suspicion as he glanced nervously back at his Godfather for approval. Sirius winked and raised his glass.
Emboldened, Harry sat down between the girls and casually slipped his arms around the pair of them. Tonks wanted badly to look away, but the train wreck was in progress already and her sense of morbid fascination refused to let her rip her eyes from the impending crash. Fortunately it came quickly.
Harry stumbled, bewildered, back to his snickering Godfather, the distinct shape of a palm emblazoned on each crimson cheek, his expression clearly asking What did I do wrong??
Tonks didn't get to hear Sirius' response; Remus was approaching through the crowd, a look of consternation on his own face.
And then the long awaited punchline finally happened.
"There are no rooms, here or anywhere---some sort of Muggle convention, everything has been booked for weeks. Albus really needs to start checking these things ahead of time, apparently Muggles like to get together in large groups on a fairly frequent basis and look at one another's motorbikes for some odd reason."
"Motorbikes?" Sirius cut in, his interest piqued.
Before the conversation could take the pointless time wasting u-turn it always somehow managed to take, Tonks took it upon herself to reign it in. "So what are our options, Remus? I mean, other than the obvious solution of sending Sirius and Harry off to spend the night with whichever of these tarted up tramps is willing to risk her genital health on an ill-advised one night stand with a skanky stranger."
Sirius drained his glass and shot her a menacing sneer. "Who you calling skanky, witch?"
"You. You haven't had a bath since we started this mission and Merlin knows how long it's been since you shaved. Grew that stubble in Azkaban, did you?"
"Alright children, enough," Remus interrupted, peering carefully at a map the barkeep had drawn on a napkin. "We have a solution, albeit probably not a very comfortable one...fortunately it will only be for one night, so it will have to suffice." He folded the napkin and tucked it into the pocket of his overcoat. "Come on, it's getting late and it's only going to get colder out there."
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