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"His office isn't here," said Harry, "it's round the other side of the castle, behind the gargoyle —" "I know," said Tonks. "He's not there. Apparently he's gone away again." "Has he." said Harry, putting his bruised foot gingerly back on the floor. "Hey — you don't know where he goes, I suppose." "No," said Tonks.
"What did you want to see him about." "Nothing in particular," said Tonks, picking, apparently unconsciously, at the sleeve of her robe. "I just thought he might know what's going on. I've heard rumors… people getting hurt." "Yeah, I know, it's all been in the papers," said Harry. "That little kid trying to kill his —" "The Prophet's often behind the times," said Tonks, who didn't seem to be listening to him. "You haven't had any letters from anyone in the Order recently." "No one from the Order writes to me anymore," said Harry, "not since Sirius —“ He saw that her eyes had filled with tears.
"I'm sorry," he muttered awkwardly. "I mean... I miss him, as well." "What." said Tonks blankly, as though she had not heard him. "Well. I'll see you around, Harry."
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