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darkhairedgryff ([info]darkhairedgryff) wrote in [info]unexpectedrpg,
@ 2008-07-16 22:22:00

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Entry tags:daphne greengrass, harry potter

Who: Harry and Daphne
When: Thursday Evening
Where:The House
What: Cause we're bored
Rating: TBA
Status: Closed / Complete


He'd had to do some major convincing on his part to get out of working on Tuesdays, which included agreeing to work security at Ministry functions for years to come. Not only were they dreadfully boring, but an absolute nightmare when it came to Auror work. Everyone was a member of the Ministry or made large donations and therefore expected to be treated like royalty. A nightmare. That's all he had to saw. He was almost tempted to take back the Tuesday shifts. Had he not had plans with Daphne for Tuesdays, he would have said 'hell with that' to the entire plan. As it were, he'd agreed. He now had Tuesdays free.

At the moment, he was neck deep in annoyingly complicated paperwork about a case they'd had the misfortune of handling. He hadn't even been present at the time and now he was suppose to be filing report after bloody report. He'd gotten about half way through the third report when he'd grew more then a little tired of reading the bloody things and pushed it off his lap and onto the floor. He'd pic it up later. For the moment, it could rot for all he cared. With a small groan, he stretched out on the couch, throwing an arm over his eyes with a sigh. There were days when he truly considered quitting and finding something else to do with his life.


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[info]darkhairedgryff
2008-07-18 11:31 pm UTC (link)
Harry nodded, letting her up. He knew she was only teasing him and he didn't mind that, in fact he enjoyed it. What he didn't enjoy was making an utter fool of himself ... which, given his track record, he should have been quite accustomed to. He could only image all the things she could possibly think at his reactions.

Once she was up and out of the living room, Harry flopped back onto the couch with a groan and pulled one of the couch cushions over his head. Perhaps he'd have better luck as a ghost. They couldn't blush ... granted they couldn't do a lot of things Harry wanted to do... Sometimes, he was just such a bloody prat.

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