Harry Potter (cau_harry) wrote in causatum_rpg, @ 2008-03-03 18:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | & diagon alley, & london, * march 1999, harry potter, verity o'shea, ~ complete |
RP: Damn Toy Poodles
Date: 3 March 1999
Characters: Harry Potter, Verity O'Shea
Location: London, near Diagon Alley
Private/Public: Private
Rating: PG-13 maybe?
Warnings: Probably language
Summary: Harry has a dangerous run-in with a toy poodle(and it's owner).
It had been a long day at work(wasn't it always?). Harry had finally closed a case he'd been working on; it had ended in a full out duel with a Russian wizard who had been suspected of providing major support of the Death Eaters during the war. The duel had lasted a while, ending when Harry was finally able to stun and then restrain the man after disarming him. He'd walked away with only a few scrapes and bruises. All in all, not a bad day at work. Though he was a bit sore, he was certainly walking a bit taller. It was his first major arrest since becoming an Auror, and he felt it gained him a newfound respect from his co-workers.
Once a Healer had cleared him to leave without treatment, Harry left the Ministry and made his way to downtown London. He found himself at his favourite Chinese food restaurent, leaving a little while later with a container full of kung pao chicken mixed with chow mein, chopsticks sticking up through the open carton. Stomach grumbling and spirits higher than they'd been in a little while, he made his way back down the street, eating as he walked. Life, for once, felt good.
Until a walking ball of fur that looked more like a stuffed animal than a dog crossed his path, leash in tow. Hands full, not even Harry's Seeker abilities could save him from the inevitable. The leash pulled tight against his ankles and he tripped over it, sent literally tumbling head first. The end result was a mid-air saumersalt after which Harry landed, rather ungracefully, on his backside after tumbling once more once he hit the ground. Kung pao and chow mein was all over the place, including all over Harry's clothing.
When Harry finally glared up at the culprit, after many choice words that even Vernon Dursley would have winced at(or been proud of), Harry found himself looking into a pair of brown, soulful eyes. A toy poodle closed the distance, licking a few pieces of chicken off his cheek. Harry liked dogs better when they weren't knocking him over.