HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRANDMA!!! THE PEOPLE CRAVE PERCY AND TONKS! PLEASE AND THANK YOU! LOVE YOU! HAVE A GREAT BIRTHDAY! 🥳💖
Percy goes to the auror wing and some brat tries to stop him from going into Kinglsey's office. For a moment he can only stare in confusion. This hasn't happened since back when he was Fudge's assistant. These days, people know better than try and stop him from going anywhere in the ministry. "What are you doing?"
"Head Auror Shackbolt is in a meeting right now, sir," he says. At least he's nervous. That's something. "I can send you a message when he's done-"
"I know he's in a meeting," he interrupts. "He's in a meeting with my wife. Step aside."
The kid's face goes through several expressions before landing on, "Um, I think that you're a little misinformed, Mr. Weasley."
He can count the number of times he's been misinformed on one hand. "I suggest you remove yourself from the doorway. Surely you've heard about what happens to people who get in between me and my wife by now?"
"But," he says, truly moments away from wringing his hands, "Auror Tonks isn't even-"
"There you are!" The door opens to reveal a short, dark haired man with light eyes. "What are you doing?"
The brat's reaction at least makes some sense now, but Percy doesn't so much as pause. He's practiced at seeing his wife in every one of her faces. "Looking for you."
"Sweet talker," she smirks before grabbing the front of his robes and dragging him inside. "More of that later, we've got work to do."
As the door shuts behind him, he wonders if someone is going to tell that kid that Auror Tonks is a metamorphagus or if he's going to hear some interesting rumors about himself this afternoon.
