Noah is his own pet dragon. (bullintheshop) wrote in wished, @ 2010-09-24 16:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | harold dingle, padraig montague |
Who: Harold Dingle and Padraig Montague
When: September 24th, evening
Where: Ministry of Magic
What: Padraig is ready to clock out for the weekend.
Rating: TBD, will change as necessary.
Status: Closed/Incomplete.
Padraig had a pretty good week all things considered. Even the mound of paperwork he had gotten through today didn't really bother him that much. He loved this time of year, and there were a few trees in his backyard were starting to vaguely turn, which usually put the man in a good mood. It just smelled like fall. Which unfortunately, usually meant that Paddy got sort of restless knowing that in a few short months he'd be pretty much confined to indoor activities again.
He rolled his chair back and stood up stretching looking over at the clock, almost time to punch out, so to speak, and head on out for the weekend. He had absolutely no plans, but that's the way he wanted it right now. His life was totally uncomplicated, and he was thankful for it and wanted it to stay this way as long as possible. He knew it wouldn't. He knew that at some point this weekend his mother would send him another request to look into his brother's case. And Padraig would blatantly tell her, no, he wouldn't, and once again remind her that he wasn't welcome at home anymore, so why bother doing something for the people that he no longer really considered to be family?
Which brought him to why he was walking over to Harold's desk. Paddy slid himself in a chair across from Harold's desk and stretched out his legs and crossed one over the other, looking totally relaxed. Over the last few years Harold had pretty much become Paddy's new family. And he was okay with it. He liked having a brother like figure in his life again. Plus, Harold was just a riot to hang out with. They were just best friends like that.
"Pizza or fish and chips tonight?" Paddy asked after a moment of silent contemplation. By now it had just become a normal way for Paddy to ask if Harold had any plans for the weekend. He didn't need a lot of words, so Padraig didn't use them.