Unlike the previous weeks at work behind a desk seemed to drone on for hours, that wasn't the case lately. Harold was beyond happy that he had finally been assigned to shadow another auror. Only one more year, and he wouldn't have to deal with trainee assignments tossed in his lap. He wanted to get his hands out in the world and show his superiors exactly how well he intended to accomplish any job that might find it's way towards him. Nothing against his best friend being chosen to partake in helping him through training, he wanted to have his auror license already. One already belonged to him. That much Harold knew. He simply had to work his way carefully to that position. Leave it to him to be over confident in a situation that was of great importance for the rest of his life. He didn't want to grasp ahold of the fame that his late father had within the position, nor would he ever expect such treatment either. This was something that he had to accomplish all on his own. He had already made it that far on his own, the last stretch would be the most difficult though. It was plain to see.
Harold had clocked out on time, unlike the previous night that he had left with Paddy. The last thing he wanted was another lecture from his boss. It wasn't too bad, but wasn't a situation that he wanted to find himself under once again, especially since the elder man had strong body odor that reeked from the pores. A conversation about the upcoming quidditch season had kept the two busy throughout the walk towards a nearby pub. The lingering affects after the World Cup had already subsided, ready for the new matches to begin as soon as possible. Harold couldn't resist stating that his money had been placed on Falmouth once again for the current season. They had won the last final match, so they were in a shoe in to win once again. Puddlemere had been overrated in his opinion, even though neither of the two teams had been his favorite.
Upon entering the pub, it was easy to spot the familar red-head near the pool table. It had become a second nature to search in that particular areas of pubs for a long while, especially since he had a good friend that was a shark during each game. Some husslers had never ceased through the years, even though Harold had turned over a slightly new leaf. There were times where he had slipped into that frame from time to time, however, he had been true to his occupation for the most part. Feeling the slight nudge a few minutes later, he had returned an intial reaction with a nod of his head. "Yeah, I see her. Always doing what she does best," he responded the latter part of his words a slight bit lower then normal.
"Shall we make our presence know, or wait a little while?" he asked, taking a short glance at Paddy before turning his attention back towards Kaie.