Today was the day. Tonks rubbed her hands together in glee. Today was the day where she was going to get her revenge. Specifically, one the arsehole who got her and her friends scrambling to memorise things for no good reason.

The guy who had told them that they had to be able to recite a whole bunch of regulations at the drop of the hat did actually have a name. Bumble. Yes, seriously. His name was Bumble. Aaron Bumble to be exact and somehow adding his first name made his last name sound even more ridiculous. She wondered if he got teased a lot at Hogwarts? Not that she could really talk, what with her name. But Bumble. At least she could avoid her first name.

Was it poss9ble that this was going to be too close to the prank she had pulled just the other week? Probably. But that hadn't been traced back to her. Not even a little bit - she wasn't even considered under suspicion as far as she was aware. Which, in her mind, meant that she was fine to go right ahead with this one. And oh, she couldn't wait.

Of course, this time she was going to have to be especially careful because she did not need any of this leading back to her and she worked in an office of trained investigators. Well, she always did like a challenge. And yes, that little fact made her more determined rather than dissuaded. Was there something wrong with her for thinking like that? Probably but she really couldn't bring herself to care. Not when there was revenge to be had.

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Was this plan getting more convoluted by the second? Yes? Did it have a high chance of failure if she didn't do everything right? Also, yes. Did she see a problem with either of these things? No. Was she going to stop doing it? Also no. This was way too fun.

Shacklebolt actually walked in on her with the fishing line, took one look at it, then her and then reminded her that burnt plastic smelled horrible and walked away.

Was that tacit approval of her plan? Or at least a promise not to rat her out? She hoped so because she was going to continue anyway. With the idea that Shacklebolt gave her. She needed something see-through or basically see-through, right? And, more importantly, not touched by magic so it wouldn't be easily tracked back to her. And Shacklebolt had a point about the burnt plastic bit. She knew that anything was traceable if people put their mind to it (she had been trained by Moody, after all) but she didn't think that anyone here would go through the effort of trying to get finger prints off a piece of thread (which was just about possible with magic but wasn't enough to stand up in court by itself). But, just in case they did, instead of using the fishing line as originally planned because of its see-through-ness she was going to use very fine white thread. Which yes, she had on her because she had had enough incidents with ripped clothes in her past that carrying around some thread was worth-while. It's fine-ness was important because that made it basically see-through but also because if she sent a mere spark towards it, it would burn to nothing pretty quickly.

And yes, she had tested this. She wasn't stupid. Tonks gave her fingers a quick wiggle. She had burned the tips of them when she was running her tests. They had been healed because, one, she obviously didn't want burnt fingertips and two, because she didn't need burns to give away the fact that she was the one who was pulling this prank. See? Kt was all planned out.

Abd no she wasn't going to use it to make him trip. That was an amateur's trick. No, she wasn't going to do something as simple and uncouth as that. No, she was (hopefully) going to make him think that he was crazy. Mainly by making him think he was hallucinating. How was she going to do this? Well, she was going to tie this thread to things and make them move and jump around. Nothing overly complicated but perfect at the same time.

Of course, she couldn't choose things that could easily be set on fire or the spark might burn those too and that would just spoil it. Which meant his quills were out. And any parchment. And nothing heavy because the whole point of this was that it was thin thread. So, she did this little container he had on his desk for his quills that was currently empty. He was one of those people who chewed toothpicks (which was gross) so a few of those (fresh ones!) were also done. He inexplicably had a shoelace on his desk so she got thread on that too. And the bit of leather that was used to keep particularly dense files closed.

She didn't have the time to do anything else and, to be honest, she couldn't really see anything obvious to attach thread to anyway. She had wanted to do the sleeves of his robes hung up on a peg but she didn't want to risk singing them when she set the thread on fire though technically, they were supposed to be fire resistant. That and she didn't want anyone to know that anything was burned.

Now to put the thread somewhere where she could get some good movement from it all at that would be it. She looked all around her, including up, for inspiration. Up. Tiles. Ah ha! There was an idea!

Her idea was quickly put into place and not a moment too soon because she heard voices coming from further down the cubicles.

Time to get back to hers. Oh wow, really good luck because it was him returning. Phew. Talk about good timing. Speaking of good timing, hopefully she would manage to time it just as he sat down and-

The shout from him was fantastic. Something a mix between fear and shock. It got everyone's attention. Seriously, she heard mutters and questions from every direction.

She gave the threads another tug. Another shout. This one more panicked.

"What the hell, Bumble?" Asked Taylor, storming over.

"They were floating in mid-air!" He exclaimed, spinning around as if he was going to catch one of them in the act.

"They're on the floor." Taylor said dryly.

Bumble turned towards him, looking a bit crazed. "But they were floating!"

"Right."

"They were!"

"Bumble-"

"No, I'm being serious, they were! I sat down and then they were flying!"

"Look," Taylor tried to say soothingly to the man. "Why dint we check if they have had any spells cast on them, hmm?"

It didn't sound like Auror Taylor believed that they had been floating in the first place, he was just trying to make Bumble feel like he was doing something for him. Kind of like how you would pander to a small child. Tonks couldn't help but feel proud of the fact that she knew this couldn't (magically) be traced back to her. Threading the thread through some of the ceiling tiles had definitely been worth it. This way she hadn't had to animate it to make things move which meant, again, it wasn't magically traceable. Speaking of traceable, she should probably get rid of the thread now.

She was tempted to give the last one a wiggle before she sent a spark to it. After a moment's thought, she gave into that temptation just as Taylor turned away but was still in his cubicle. The quill moved and Bumble-

"It's doing it again!"

Tonks quickly sent a spark along stand it was gone just as Taylor turned around in exasperation.

"Bumble, come on, I'm going to get your eyes checked out by the Medi-Witch."

She was pretty sure she heard him mumble "and your head as well" as he walked past.

Now what would the best thing for her to do? Hide away in here and pretend nothing was happening? Or would that look suspicious considering all the commotion he made. Hearing other people whisper and pike their heads out of their cubicles, Tonks decided that it was best if she did the same.

"What's going on?" She asked at the same time as someone else.

"Bumble's going mad," Eggleston said solemnly.

"I AM NOT GOING MAD!"

Whoops, Bumble was still here.

"Someone, one of you did this!"