WHO: Gregory Goyle and Eddie Carmichael WHAT: Someone throws something and hits the wrong person. WHERE: St Mungo's Cafeteria WHEN: Monday, very late at night WARNINGS/RATING/STATUS: Language? Closed/Incomplete
As ridiculous as it was it was, Greg was counting down the days until Hogwarts opened for the school year. He wasn't much of a cook on his own, and he bounced between eating his main meals at St. Mungo's and catching the meals that the House-elves prepared for the staff at school. With the approaching year, Greg was working very hard at getting his volunteer hours completed, so that when Theo came home, he would not be required to leave the school grounds for basically anything.
He'd gone to get something hot, settling for stew and bread and hot tea, with a rather large bowl of chocolate pudding, and he sat with the food in front of him, mindlessly ignoring the surrounding visitors and staff. It was late, even by his standards, but he was grateful to get something in him before he returned to a cold, empty cottage. He had pulled out the sheet of paper that he'd been working on; it was a letter to the Ministry, outlining a request for replacing the thestrals back in the forest. He'd not gotten very far,
Dear Ministry officials,
I would like I am writing to demand to humblee request that you consider letting the Thestrals come back to the forest at Hogwarts. As the new grounds keeper- I went to school there too. But I want the thestrals to come back to the school. They were theres long before all of this war shite stuff happened, and I was just hoping you'd let us have them back.
We could pay maybes some money, or not. We need them back. It's really, really, really important.
Thank you so much for saying yes.
Greg knew the letter wasn't good, but at least it was a start. He was concentrating on it, licking his pencil nub, and scratching ideas down and then crossing them out. He was not paying enough attention to his surroundings; his fatigue from being at St. Mungo's all day had caught up with him.