N.T.:

You did well, girlie, even I have to admit. Your instincts hardly need any honing before you'll be as good as I am at sniffin' out Dark wizards. You're already better'n me at keeping your head when the situation gets tense – I would never have thought to play "JUKEBOX" during the last round of Scrabble when that Nyman bloke was breathing down our necks. Angrier than a Hippogriff, he was, when we won. Why, we nearly had to run for our lives after...er...I suppose I might have gotten a little caught up with our Muggle disguises, now you mention it. Bloody game is too addictive...

Ahem. You were brilliant with that troll, Pinky. It seems I may have a few things to learn from you. Not quite sure what he was doing wanderin' the countryside, though – seemed awfully suspicious. Regardless, I'm just glad he came quietly once you threatened him with an old-fashioned Winguardium Leviosa. Hushed him right up and I'm not sure I can remember a time when I saw a troll shake with fear. Most peculiar.

Haven't you learned anything about stealth? We had to change course and double back a few times so that no one following us would know where we were headed or what we were up to. It should have only taken two weeks, though, I'll give ya that. Must've been the Scrabble tourney we stopped for in Bristol.

All's quiet for us now that school's out and the plot involving the Stone has been uncovered. Take some time off, rest up, and we'll meet up again later this summer.

A.M.

P.S.: That last paragraph is HOGWASH, lassie! I hope you saw right through it. When things're quiet is when it gets the most dangerous. We need to be on high alert for any nefarious activity – Quirrell didn't just up and die of young age, that's for sure. C.V.!

M -

I was just testing you... yes, it is an addictive game. Those Muggles do know their stuff. We'll have to play again sometime. And of course I saw through it, you can't fool me any more! Do you not think you've taught me anything?

N.T.

A/N: Thanks to WeasleySeeker for coming up with Tonks and Moody's unfortunate detour into Scrabble...haha. Mark Nyman is an actual British Scrabble champ from the early nineties when this story would have been going on. And in case it wasn't clear, they ran into the same troll that Harry and Ron knocked out at Halloween. For some reason, my petition to be adopted by JKR was rejected, so I still have no claim on HP.