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Ronald B. Weasley (geroffme) wrote in wished,

There was always the slim possibility, Ron knew, that he'd be able to take on a real assignment, something moderately more exciting than his usual shift full of paper-pushing, fact-checking and stamping things through to other departments. By a certain time of day, however, he had usually resigned himself to the tedious reality of his job. A day and evening shift meant there were plenty of more qualified Aurors to cover anything serious that might crop up. His only chance for fresh air was if someone decided to make trouble right as his more senior colleagues were taking off for home a little early, as was their wont nearer the end of the week. He'd pretty much stopped hoping, by then.

So when someone slapped a note on his desk, he simply pushed it on top of the stack, planning to get to it in due course for whatever pushing, checking or stamping it might need. It was only when he glanced up to glare at the back of whoever had thrust it at him that he realized it was nothing like the usual forms. He spared not a moment after reading it before grabbing his cloak, shouting a quick summary of his whereabouts to the front desk, and rushing out to where he could Disapparate. He wasn't going to let someone decide a mistake had been made. He had hardly been out of his chair all day. Thieves in Diagon Alley sounded like just the thing.

He appeared with a crack in the street, wand drawn. It didn't take long to find the disturbance - bodies on the pavement, door hanging off hinges, those was easier flags than what he'd been trained to look for. Almost disappointing. He rushed over to the apothecary's threshold and peered inside after a cursory inspection of the unconscious parties. Stupefied. Someone had done all the work for him.

But then he saw Marcus Flint seated inside, and his first instinct was - well, not all the work. He pointedly kept his wand out. "All right?" he asked curtly, glancing over to Susan, who didn't look quite as put out as he thought she should have, really.