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augusutus rookwood is your best friend. (fauxfriend) wrote in connotation_rpg,

Augustus was not very used to having to work overtime. His weekends were usually spent in his study or out doing, well. Nothing savory. And certainly not behind his desk at work. But today was Sunday and here he was. Not behind his desk, mind you, but in the Time Room, doing just a little more research. Research. Yes. But not for the Ministry.

But that was entirely beside the point. He was in the building and thus, would likely be forced to eat the food the Ministry provided for it's employees. On most other Sundays, Augustus would have already had brunch with his wife and children. As much as he disliked the creatures, house elves were immensely useful in regard to cooking and serving. At least his were obedient, so he thought to himself as he took the lift to the cafeteria for lunch. And thus, he spotted Amelia Bones.

Oh, she held so much promise to him! She worked on the Law Enforcement floor. So much information right at her finger tips. Augustus couldn't pass up the opportunity. He ordered a bacon sandwich on toasted wheat and then slid into line behind Miss Bones. And then quite quickly looked over her shoulder at the old witch who was insisting on counting every last knut.

"I suppose it is Sunday," he commented just loud enough for those directly around him to hear. "No one ever seems to be in much of a rush on Sundays."