InsaneJournal

Today was the sort of day that made Lee really wish that he didn't actually like his job. Because, for one, he was pretty bleeding sure that if he didn't actually like his job, he could have called out for the day. Stayed at home. Watched some Muggle movies until this whole walking not-dead situation had been completely dealt with.

But, no.

Lee had to pick a job he loved, a job he actually wanted to progress at one day, so when he got an owl that told him that about three of the scheduled hosts had decided not to come in for the day, he couldn't say no. He had to prove that he was very very good at this. Which led him to now, two and a half hours later, crouching behind a desk as the one lone... whatever ambled by and trying to think of a nice, humane way to take it out since he sort of felt odd about. It wasn't like real Inferi, was it? What with the still being alive and whatnot.

On the other hand, of course, there was a good chance that if he was very quiet, he could just hang out right where he was. He was about ninety percent sure he'd seen on the of the secretaries fire calling for help a few minutes ago when he'd left everyone else in the one room they'd all piled into (it had seemed like a good idea at the time). Not that he didn't believe that he was fully capable of handling the situation if he had to. It was just that everything - and not just the past two days, either - had made him the slightest bit less enthusiastic about putting himself out there for injury. He was just very fond of not dying, all right?

His plan wasn't exactly about to work in any case, as Lee heard the shuffling before he saw any one body part and in an automatic reaction to protect himself, he grabbed the chair. He didn't exactly know how that was going to work out for him - but, hey, maybe it just would.