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book_bound ([info]book_bound) wrote in [info]wished,
@ 2010-06-19 05:11:00
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Who: Alfie & Julien
What: Julien comes home from work
Where: Home
When: 11:53 pm Friday night
Rating/Warning: TBA



Julien genuinely loved his job. He really did. He was good at deconstructing and reconstructing spells and charms and his particular way of looking at things meant that he could find solutions to problems that no one had even seen before, nevermind attempted to solve. His boss liked him and his department was one of the more solitary ones so he could lose himself in his work for hours until a 'minder' told him to go home.

He loved his job, but he loved coming home even more.

He'd Floo'd to the station then gotten the tube into Brixton, falling asleep on the way and almost overshooting his stop. He stumbled home covered by a 'see me not' charm and by the time he got to his front door he could barely see, couldn't lift his head up past his shoulders, his jaw aching from too-huge yawns. He closed the door behind him and tried to toe his shoes off, trying to be quiet because he didn't know if Alfie would be asleep or not. Merlin, but he just wanted to crawl in under the sheets and curl up against the small of Alfie's back.

As it was his shoes were being stubborn and he had to sit down on the couch to wrestle off one; he was asleep before he could even get round to the second, slumped into the arm of the sofa.


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