Terence Higgs (madeyoublink) wrote in may02, @ 2010-09-10 21:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | !!incomplete, !september 1998, marcus flint, terence higgs |
Who: Terence and Marcus
What: Funtimes and Drinking.
Where: About
When: Friday night
Status: in progress
Rating: PG-13, for Terence and Marcus together
Terence felt faded out. As he had been through one too many washing spells. Staring at the paperwork on the desk he glanced around. The department was quiet, it was always quiet. Sometimes it drove him mad. Like now. He looked back down at the paperwork, quill poised. It had been a long few weeks, work growing more and more as departments shifted and Death Eaters grew incrementally more bold. And of course.. and of course..
Terence sighed as something in him drew too tight and ever so quietly snapped. He stood up pushing the paperwork to the front of his desk. The noise made people look up. Look around he crossed his arms, suddenly defiant. "My father attempted to kill himself this week in Azkaban. I think I'm going to take tonight off," not a soul murmured. Everyone wondering whether he was lying, figuring he wasn't. Many of them had known his father.
Grabbing his robe off the back of the seat he slung it over his shoulder. He didn't know if he'd ever left the Ministry so fast. He didn't quite remember getting to Marcus' either. But that neither here nor there. He pounded on the door, ignoring the twinge in his hip from sitting in the damn uncomfortable office chair for too long. "Marcus you bint, you better not have a bird over. We're going drinking!" he shouted through the door.