Who: Frank Longbottom and Alastor Moody When: Friday evening Where: Frank's office, the Ministry What: talking Rating: I dunno, some swearing probably (it is Moody)
Frank scowled at his desk, at the mess of paperwork that just seemed to grow even as he completed things. It was ridiculous, really, he told himself; everything happening in the world outside and what is he doing? Mindless administrative busywork, the lowest common denominator of bureaucracy. He should be out, doing real work, like his wife--
"Ouch!" A sharp nip to his nose rudely interrupted his thoughts, and Frank glared at Doyle, the bird from his cuckoo clock, currently sitting innocently on the corner of his desk. "I wasn't sleeping! You're only supposed to do that to wake me up!" He ran a hand over his face. "Did Alice charm you again?"