Kingsley Shacklebolt had been working hard all day and was yet to take a break. He tended to work long hours for little pay simply because he had a very strong belief that the population should be protected from things that were beyond their control and he thought most of the Ministry simply didnt do their bit to protect them. He would often work entire days without breaks and do overtime whenever possible, yet he always seemed to have more work to do.

This was something a certain witch named Nymphadora Tonks had been noticing an awful lot more lately. Tonks was one of those people who would always put others first and that day she had decided that Kingsley was going to take the weekend off whether he liked it or not and she would make sure he had a good time.

"Good evening Kingsley," she exclaimed cheerily as she sat down on his desk, sending a couple of sheets of parchment to the floor. Kingsley frowned, moving to pick them up but Tonks grabbed him and shoved him back into his seat. "You worry too much," she commented, her hair going a slightly brighter shade of pink, "But you won't be doing that this weekend," she grinned and Kingsley looked slightly confused.

"Look, Tonks, I really need to get on with this work," he said, glaring at her a little as he made to get up again. This time, she allowed him to collect his paperwork. "You're going to drive me insane with all the mess you make," he added, picking up the ink pot that was sitting beside her leg in case she knocked it over as she had done on countless occassions. "And I don't think I'll be having the weekend off either if that's what you're thinking."

"Oh, come off it Kingsley. You need a break. You're far too uptight at the minute. I've booked the weekend off for both of us and I'm determined to keep you away from here if it's the last thing I do. It was booked several weeks ago so there's nothing you can do about it now. No arguing," she insisted as she summoned his coat and thrust it into his hand before he even had a chance to say anything.

"Can I take some of this work with me?" Kingsley asked hopefully, knowing better than to argue with the feisty witch in front of him as he knew she was likely to only make him feel worse about disobeying her than he would have done about leaving a few pieces of parchment. If he could do both though, all the better in his opinion as he wouldnt have to abandon either then.

"No, you can't. You won't need it," Tonks replied, grabbing his sleeve and pulling him towards the door. She could be extremely forceful when she wanted to and, in a sense, Kingsley was glad she was his friend. She often forced him to take a break when he really needed it but this time, it was for an entire weekend. He had never taken that much time off work willingly before and he was a little apprehensive but she seemed to be very determined not to let him work so he decided to just go with the flow. He sighed dramatically and followed her, pausing just long enough to put the pot of ink back on the desk and then to turn the lights of and lock the door.

"So what sort of torturous weekend have you got planned then?" he asked, a slight grimace crossing his lips briefly before he sped up a little to keep up with her. He had a feeling things would be like that all weekend; him struggling to keep up with everything she had planned, yet she seemed to be willing to wait for him as she slowed down a little.

"Well you're not going back to your house all weekend, that's for sure. You'll only end up working if you do. So you're staying with me," she explained with a smile as they stepped out onto the street. She grabbed him in some sort of hug and apparated to her home with him clinging to her in an attempt at not getting lost as he had never been there before.