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Amelia doesn't actually see the altercation. She's in her office when she hears the shouting. Within moments, she receives word that one of her Aurors is being examined by a mediwitch. And the other…
John walks into her office. His lip is busted, and there's a thin trail of crimson going down his chin. He grins. "My love, take your time. I'll see you on the other side."
"I'm going to send you to the other side," Amelia says, exasperated. "What happened?"
He shrugs. Amelia doesn't believe the denial for a minute. John is a good Auror with a level head on his shoulders, not the type to get into silly fights in the office; he knows exactly what happened but doesn't want to tell her.
She pinches the bridge of her nose and sighs. "You know I can't show favoritism, right?" she asks. "Just because you and I are…" She trails off, drawing her wand and quickly healing his damaged lip. She doesn't want to talk about what they are. Not out loud. Not here. "You're both going to face disciplinary action."
"That's fair." John touches his lip. "Am I going to live?"
"You're too annoying to die."
"Pretty sure that's not a compliment."
She grins. "It's not. Dinner tonight at your place or mine?"
"Mine."
"I'll see you then."
…
John pours himself a glass of firewhiskey as Amelia sits, plucking a sliced peach from the bowl and nibbling it. Dinner was wonderful, as always, but this is what she looks forward to the most. The fire crackles in the fireplace and the house is mostly silent, save for the small noises that every old house has.
"Are you going to tell me what the fight was about now?" she asks, wiping her fingers on her baggy beige jumper.
"What fight?" he asks innocently.
Amelia rolls her eyes. Whatever caused it must have been bad. John is always open with her about everything. "Stubborn," she says, affection clear in her tone.
He just smirks. "I don't know what you're talking about."
With a shrug, Amelia snuggles closer, eyes closing. There's something about John that has always made her feel safer. "Just don't make a habit of getting into fights. You're an Auror," she reminds him. "You're meant to be an example."
John leans in and kisses her forehead. "I thought we agreed not to bring work home."
She opens her eyes, lips twisting into a devious grin. "I thought you liked it when I bossed you around."
"Only in the bedroom."
Still grinning, she climbs to her feet and grabs his hand. "Then let's end our date there."