The Confundus Conspiracy; or, Youngblood Circle (confundere) wrote,
"Right, then", Remus assented. "In any case, our point in interrupting your fact-finding activities, ladies and gentlemen, is simply to advise that such investigations over at Thames House and Whitehall would probably be a better use of your time and energy." He was also looking around as if he would be happier in a pub right now. "However, you might want to bag all that for tonight, and owl Tarrah for warrants to check out our Muggle intelligence agencies and armed services. Not to mention the MagiVid wire services. I'm also puzzled as to why the Magical media seems to know more than the Ministry about Death-Eater schemes in the Middle East."
The Aurors looked around at each other. "Well...okay", Hestia assented. "Whitehall and the MI5 sound like a huge lot to start on at this time of night. We've already got rooms at the Leaky Cauldron to crash in, so I suppose we should head back there and owl reports back north of what we've learned on this search."
"And we need to thank you lot", Corvus broke in, "For upsetting the table a tad. You made a rather disturbing entrance, but no one got hurt, at least."
"But for fuck's sake, Remus, kindly don't do that again, unless you're being followed", Tonks implored her old friend. "I'm better than I look at wandless hexes."
As the Aurors gathered up their brooms and other gear to exit the old structure, Tonks ventured another glance across the room at one of their companions. There was that jabbing sensation in her chest, making her wince again.