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It was just another day at 12 Grimmauld Place. Members of the Order of the Phoenix were gathered in the dining room as there was an order meeting in five minutes, and the kids were upstairs talking about who knows what. The air about the house was very calm, one Remus Lupin observed. It was very serene. It was fairly sunny, birds were chirping—

"THAT BIGOTED OLD TOAD! HOW DARE SHE BE SO-SO DEATHEATER-LIKE! THAT REPUGNENT OLD COW!"

Scratch that. The air was now very anger-filled. Oh well. Remus mentally sighed. So much for calm and serene.

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Nymphadora Tonks entered the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix feeling outraged beyond belief at one Dolores Umbridge. She was one of the very unlucky aurors who had to work for most of the holidays, and this was, fortunately for her, her last one. She was just chilling in the elevator, waiting for it to reach her destination, when unfortunately for her, what was supposed to be a good day was ruined by one Dolores Umbridge.

Umbridge The Bigoted Toad Of The Small Minded Idiots (UTBTOTSMI) decided she could just waltz into the elevator she, Nymphadora Tonks was in, insult her metamorphmagus abilities by calling it an "ability for disgusting shape-shifting half-breeds, and that it was a freak-of-nature" and should be punished by law. If that wasn't enough, she brought up Tonks' "task" of "tracking down" known members of the Order of the Phoenix, such as Remus, which, the insufferable toad decided, was acceptable to "casually comment on", which, in the death eater level cow's mind, apparently meant "discriminately insult until hexed to the point of either: a) unconsciousness, b) mutilation beyond recognition, c) death, or even d) insanity". Her chosen words, if you were wondering, were "dangerous, disgusting half-breed", "freak of nature", and, of course, "should be punishable by death!". And to Tonks, this seemed to be the straw that broke the camel's back.

The auror began ranting and raving about how much of a toad Umbitch really was, and how it was she who deserved to be punished by death. And since Dolores always had trouble accepting the truth, she also began ranting and raving about "half-breeds" and "freaks". And so Tonks did what every single Hogwarts student had been itching to do since day one. She only did 'a' (hex her to the point of unconsciousness)—though she, also like every other Hogwarts student, itched to do a, b, c, and d, and just barely resisted. She dragged the old cow out of the elevator when they got to where Umbridge was heading, which, luckily for the auror, was a deserted empty corridor. Tonks contemplated over what to do with Umbridge's unconscious form, when a brilliant idea found its way into her head, and a very Slytherin-ish smile found its way on to her face. As this was not a usual occurrence for a Hufflepuff, when it did happen, boy, did it happen.

The auror quickly hid the body—if it could even be called that— deep into a nearby broom closet and quickly sprinted as fast as she could without tripping to her office. She still had the devious smirk and couldn't help but revel in the fact that this was going to be a huge spectacle. She could see the news paper headlines already; HOGWARTS HIGH INQUISITOR, DADA PROFESSOR AND SENIOR UNDERSECRETARY TO THE MINISTER OF MAGIC FOUND TO BE PASSED OUT DRUNK AND COVERED IN FIREWHISKEY AT WORK. Boy was this going to be fun. But after she got UTBTOTSMI out of the closet, covered her from head to toe in firewhiskey, dragged her back into the elevator, scattered the bottles around the elevator, pushed the button to the Atrium, and got into the other elevator so as to not look suspicious and attract attention, she decided to snoop around Umbitch's office. What she found set her off even more. UTBTOTSMI had 3 pamphlets entitled WHY DISGUSTING HALF-BREEDS SHOULD BE KILLED, MUDBLOODS AND HOW TO SPOT THEM, and CORPOREAL PUNISHMENTS TO USE ON ON CHILDREN, respectively. I f that wasn't enough, she got wind of a blood quill on several pages in the third pamphlet. At this point, Nymphadora Tonks was seething. She had no doubt the students of Hogwarts were already suffering from blood quills over simple "mistakes"―but, knowing the toad, she suspected that most of them were not even wrong any way you look at it. Actually, now she recalled Harry suspiciously hiding his left hand from sight when the "children" got to Grimmauld when Arthur was attacked by the snake. So, in this mindset, she went back to 12 Grimmauld Place for the Order meeting.

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Back at 12 Grimmauld Place, Remus Lupin was trying to calm an absolutely, positively seething Nymphadora Tonks, who he guessed was having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. After he managed to calm her enough for her to stop screaming things about some very ugly bigoted and prejudiced toad, who somehow also happened to be a Death Eater-like, terrible, horrible, no good, very bad cow, who apparently happened to be crazier than Bellatrix Lestrange in terms of causing pain. Now Remus knew for sure that Tonks was exaggerating; no one is as crazy as Bellatrix Lestrange when it comes to causing pain―not even Lord Voldemort. Actually, nobody is as crazy as Bellatrix, period. Moony also got the feeling that she wasn't talking about actual toads and cows; she was talking about a person. He didn't know who it was, but he knew he sure as hell did not want to be them right now.

Right now Remus caught Tonks incoherently muttering under her breath. "Bigoted Toad…Blood quill…How dare she!"

"Who?" Remus asked in an attempt to prod it out of her.

"Huh?" Came her reply, as she was just knocked out of her stupor by her secret―or so she believed, though at this point everyone in the order, plus the "children" and minus Remus, knew about it—crush.

"Who's had the misfortune of being added to you hit list in this mood?" He answered.

"Dolores Umbridge," Tonks growled through gritted teeth.

There was no need for her to say anymore. The effect was instant. Remus's eyes darkened at the name, as a few years ago the said toad passed a werewolf legislation that made it impossible for Remus to get a job.

"What'd she do this time?" He practically growled.

"Nothing you need to worry about," what Remus didn't know was that what Tonks was only referring to the incident in the elevator, as the rest didn't exactly happen "that" time.

Right as Remus was about to respond, the Order gathered into the kitchen for the meeting and took their seats. They could practically hear the kids—no, teenagers, he mentally corrected—grumbling about how they had a right to know. In Remus's opinion they did because they were the ones to face Voldemort more times than the entire Order of the Phoenix combined, including Dumbledore, and Sirius and Tonks at least agreed with him. He dimly registered the meeting starting. He wasn't paying attention until he saw Tonks, who was sitting next to him on his right scribbling angrily on a roll of parchment. Remus tried to look over her shoulder, but she stubbornly moved it away.

He sighed, accepting the fact that something very interesting was going to happen soon. But then a mischievous glint made its way to his eyes, as his inner Marauder made an appearance. Oh, this is going to be fun.