Author's Note: Nymphadora Tonk's POV. This is the first time I'm trying this POV.

The Outcome of the Ambush

A bunch of other people in the Order and I were heading back to headquarters when we were ambushed by Death Eaters who apparently got bored on Halloween. Those people really need to break their addiction to the Unforgivable Curses. It's really gotten to be an unhealthy addiction as far as my aunt and a few others are concerned. I wonder if there's medication that you can take for that addiction.

Anyway, I think we can all agree that the worst thing that happened was that the Death Eaters apparently stole Remus Lupin's laptop computer. I don't know why they'd want it, saying that all of them either oppose the internet or have their own computer. Besides, Lupin's laptop is antediluvian and it has at least ten viruses because he can't stop opening chain e-mail links.

Unfortunately, that is the only computer that any of us members of the Order have access to at our headquarters and I cannot survive another day without surfing the internet. I've currently using my phone to get this desperate message to Barty, but the battery is almost gone and the Death Eaters also stole my phone charger. Life is boring without internet connection.

Dumbledore came back to Headquarters for a while. He's started suggesting all of these "alternative forms of entertainment." Dumbledore is a great wizard, but he doesn't really understand that charades gets really old after a while. He loves that game a little bit too much.

My hair is black and oily like Snape's hair right now. That's how depressed I am; I'm starting to look like the world's most desolate wizard. Crouch, I demand that you return that computer before Dumbledore makes us all sit here for another hour and guess what he's been trying to act out with his fingers and his beard. I'm horrible at this game. He's been doing the same thing every time we play charades and still no one can guess what he's acting out.