I was never a prefect myself. My Head of House said I lacked certain necessary qualities. Like the ability to behave myself.
Can we just take a moment and appreciate Arthur “tell me about rubber ducks” Weasley freaking full body slamming Lucius Malfoy into a bookshelf? Like screw magic, I’m gonna stomp the bigotry out of you with my BOOTS!
Remus leant against the cold brick wall and watched Tonks yawn so hard that her whole body shuddered. She pulled her scarf tighter round her neck and huffed into it, mumbling something incoherent.
“Moody said Fudge is pulling Aurors from the field, wants more protection inside the Ministry.”
“Wants to keep an eye on us, more like” Tonks growled. Her hair was pale grey, almost silver beneath the moon. It made her look old.
Remus rolled his wand between his palms, his sigh misting the air in front of him. “He can’t bury his head in the sand forever. He’ll accept Voldemort has returned, eventually.”
“And how many innocent people will die in the meantime?” She rubbed at her nose furiously. “Fudge won’t wake up until You-Know-Who takes a dump on his doorstep.”
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