A Typical Day at the Office
Tonks was late as usual and she knew she was going to be told off by Moody. He hated people being late, especially her. She entered the office, dodging under a dart going between Scrimgeour and Umbridge's desks and noticed Mad-Eye glaring at her with his good eye as his magical eye followed the dart.
"Late again are we Nymphadora?" he asked, letting out a small chuckle as the dart hit Umbridge square in the eye.
"Don't call me Nymphadora unless you want to be fed to Umbridge for supper, Mad-Eye," Tonks replied, also laughing at Umbridge screaming in pain, she added to Scrimgeour "Good shot Minister!" and sat down at her desk.
Moody was still glaring at her but she decided the safest option would be to simply get on with her work for once. She noticed Arthur's desk was empty and she asked "Where's Arthur today?"
"Looks like he's even later than you, Tonks" Dawlish said as he dumped a load of paperwork on her desk. "Savage says these are for you by the way," he added, laughing. As he walked away she hurriedly made a paper aeroplane out of one of the sheets of paper he had just dumped on her desk and threw it at him.
"Hey!" he shouted as it hit him and Moody burst out laughing at the annoyed look on Dawlish's face.
"Don't worry Dawlish! Robbards gets the same treatment!" she said, laughing as he rolled his eyes and returned to his own desk, narrowly avoiding a very hungry looking chocolate frog.
Moody sat behind his desk watching his colleagues having fun and wondered what had happened to the Ministry. It used to be such a hard-working community but recently it had begun to fall apart. Suddenly he realised he hadn't been paying as much attention as he thought he had been as a pot of ink was knocked over him and his clean robes were suddenly black. "WHO DID THIS?" he roared as he tried to clean his robes frantically, but not succeeding in the slightest.
"Chill out Mad-Eye!" Tonks laughed.
Moody glared at her, his Mad-Eye swivelling in its socket madly, so madly that it span right out of its socket and across the room.
"Argh! My eye!" Mad-Eye shouted as it span away from him and landed in Umbridge's drink.
"Ewwww get it out of my drink!" Umbridge squealed, throwing the glass of water across the room, not wanting to risk touching his eye. The water and eye landed on Scrimgeour, who screamed and stood up hurriedly. The eye dropped onto the floor and rolled to Dawlish's feet.
"Football, Tonks?" Dawlish asked, picking up the eye and laughing.
"No thanks Dawlish. I think Mad-Eye's Mad-Eye might like to be returned to its rightful owner now!" she laughed as Dawlish threw the eye to Mad-Eye who missed it. The eye rolled under the desk and Mad-Eye got onto his hands and knees to look for it.
The door flew open and Arthur burst into the room to see Umbridge with a dart stuck to her face profusely cleaning her hands, Scrimgeour wiping his trousers with a dish cloth, Mad-Eye lying under his desk, and Tonks and Dawlish trying to look innocent. "I won't ask," Arthur said, shaking his head and settling down to work.