For Cassie who picked the number and is the only one reading these anyway

Dark Comedy: #45 Torch

“That’s my foot,” Tonks hissed, closing her eyes against the pain. The black inside her eyelids matched the black outside. It was very dark.

“Bloody…” Savage grunted as Tonks ground her foot on his and shoved him with her hip. He ran into Dawlish, who was still fumbling with his wand. Dawlish swore and fell to his knees, looking for his wand.

“Well, this comedy of errors has been very entertaining,” Tonks reached into her sack for the Muggle torch from her father last year. She clicked it on, and the world came clear. “Lads, sometimes, Muggles do it better.”