Harold honestly had the best week in a long while. It had taken him a little while to bounce back into his normal self after a hard break up with a girl he had been seeing. She was utterly perfect. The only thing that he could guess occurred was things had become a little too serious for the two of them. Of course, Harold never noticed how close the two had become, but that was usually how he had been once a pretty girl had caught his attention. He just missed her. That's all. It was time to press on though. Things had to be accomplished. Work had to continue on, especially since he was still caught in his last year of field training. He had to make sure that he had been focused throughout everything that was set before him. If he didn't make an attempt, Harold would have felt as though he had let his father down. Dingles made great aurors, so he never wanted to disappoint anyone in his family when it came to his occupation.
Desk work had gotten quite tedious as he was itching to get back out there and taking care of business. It was the most boring part of the job, but if things hadn't been physically written down, then that incident had never occurred. That was an unwritten code for the position. No matter how boring blotching ink all over the parchement before him seemingly became boring, it would be completed. He would always find a way to get that part of the job done.
As the last period had been placed at the end of the sentence, Harold glanced up at the clock. He watched the seconds tick down for a few moments before noticing the time. It had been almost time to leave for the weekend. Thankfully, he had been off the next two days. Usually, Harold would work extra hours to seemingly place in his bosses mind how active and serious with the position that he would eventually claim as his own within the Ministry, but he deserved a few nights off that didn't consist moping around in his flat. Just as it seemed as though he had been thinking about veturing out for the evening, a pair of crossed legs seemed to find their way on the opposite side of the assigned desk. Eyes looked at the somewhat dirty boots before looking at the other man's face with a smirk. He didn't even had to guess who the feet had belonged to. Not many aurors visited him unless they were ordered to take him out for more practice in the field. While he couldn't deny the hidden excitment to shadow Padraig, it had been almost time to clock out for the weekend.
"Excuse me, Sir, you're trailing mud on the desk," he answered jokingly, keeping a serious expression across his face. Harold had heard Paddy's question, but detoured from it for the time being. Eventually, he would answer with a pint or two to go along with the pizza, but it felt too good to pass up to not act like a office drone at that moment. "It almost flew in my eye. Now, I don't think that either one would care for that to happen."
In Harold's family, he only was semi-blessed with two younger sisters. Both extremely busy sisters that never found anytime to spend with their elder sibling anymore. It bothered Harold a bit, but with a brotherly type of friendship with Paddy, it made things far more better. "Add a few drinks to the pizza and you have a deal," he replied finally to the question that was asked, pretending to wipe a droplet of mud from his cheek in a sort of prat-like way.