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Noah is his own pet dragon. (bullintheshop) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-09-24 16:35:00

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harold dingle, padraig montague

Who: Harold Dingle and Padraig Montague
When: September 24th, evening
Where: Ministry of Magic
What: Padraig is ready to clock out for the weekend.
Rating: TBD, will change as necessary.
Status: Closed/Incomplete.

Padraig had a pretty good week all things considered. Even the mound of paperwork he had gotten through today didn't really bother him that much. He loved this time of year, and there were a few trees in his backyard were starting to vaguely turn, which usually put the man in a good mood. It just smelled like fall. Which unfortunately, usually meant that Paddy got sort of restless knowing that in a few short months he'd be pretty much confined to indoor activities again.

He rolled his chair back and stood up stretching looking over at the clock, almost time to punch out, so to speak, and head on out for the weekend. He had absolutely no plans, but that's the way he wanted it right now. His life was totally uncomplicated, and he was thankful for it and wanted it to stay this way as long as possible. He knew it wouldn't. He knew that at some point this weekend his mother would send him another request to look into his brother's case. And Padraig would blatantly tell her, no, he wouldn't, and once again remind her that he wasn't welcome at home anymore, so why bother doing something for the people that he no longer really considered to be family?

Which brought him to why he was walking over to Harold's desk. Paddy slid himself in a chair across from Harold's desk and stretched out his legs and crossed one over the other, looking totally relaxed. Over the last few years Harold had pretty much become Paddy's new family. And he was okay with it. He liked having a brother like figure in his life again. Plus, Harold was just a riot to hang out with. They were just best friends like that.

"Pizza or fish and chips tonight?" Paddy asked after a moment of silent contemplation. By now it had just become a normal way for Paddy to ask if Harold had any plans for the weekend. He didn't need a lot of words, so Padraig didn't use them.

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bullintheshop
2010-09-27 01:28 pm UTC (link)

Padraig titled his head a little over to the left and looked down at his slightly dirty boots, and glanced back up at Harold, straight faced raising an eyebrow as he completely played along. His boots were the only part of him that didn't seem to be totally put together. He was wearing one of his nicest sets of robes, with his best pair of black slack, topped off with a navy blue button up shirt and a matching tie. His black shoes on the other hand, well, as nicely as Paddy put himself together for work, never saw much sense in keeping his shoes clean. The point of shoes were to protect his feet from all the crap laying on the ground, they were supposed to get dirty. After a moment of a Really? What are you going to do to stop me? look a small smirk formed on Paddy's face as he took down his feet.

"You're eyesight is already terrible," Padraig joked, clearly not serious at all, he knew perfectly well that there was nothing wrong with Harold's eyesight. However, he just couldn't pass up the opportunity to cod his best friend a bit. "wouldn't want to make it any worse, yeah?" he said finally breaking the last of his serious look. There were times where that no matter how good of a mood Padraig was in he could keep a straight face and stone cold. And at times for this job, it helped, however, around his best friend, he just found that he didn't want to. Now that he was a bit old, it was one habit that he was almost happy to break.

"I think I might be able to throw a few pints into the deal." Padraig said standing up, raising his arms above his head as he stretched out his back. He watched Harold pretend to wipe a droplet of mud away and he rolled his eyes a bit and shook his head. "Prick." he said with a hint of laughter to his voice to show that it really didn't bother him at all.

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_dingle
2010-09-27 03:20 pm UTC (link)

"Terrible, eh?" he asked with a tilt of his head. Harold had to admit that he honestly enjoyed their brotherly relationship. If there was a chance that he might need Paddy, there wasn't much time in between the question and his best friend standing by his side. Of course, his sisters would accomplish the same task, but it had been different, especially since they had been easily sensitive to everything that might have escaped through Harold's lips. He had a no verbal filter at times, noticing that he might say something offensive, but always in a joking sort of way. Paddy understood that, even through the times he might have a serious expression within in. On both, they knew the difference. "I suppose you know for a fact that I'm most likely the special case in the program?" As the question had been spoken, a shake of his head was clearly visable, and keeping his gaze on the man across from him. If that had been the case, Harold would have persued other occupations. What he did for a living was to honor his father, hoping each day that he would make him proud.

Nodding his head to Paddy's words, he couldn't help but smile. It had most likely been due to the fact that he had been exhausted at work already, even though it had been the end of a five day straight workload. Or it could have been because he simply couldn't shake the woman from his mind. Harold was a man of his word. If she thought it was best for them not to see each other at all, then he would have to respect that. It, however, didn't stop his mind from thinking about her every once in a while. He knew fully well that alcohol would make him forget for a while, which was exactly what he needed for a little while. "I do appreciate that you're thinking of me, even though you're an oaf-ish git," he added on, clearly hearing the approval of his deal and the not too serious insult. It was only fair to dish everything out in return, never taking it seriously. Maybe back within Hogwarts, he might have, but those days were in the past.

"Well, it seems that your little chat has given me ten minutes overtime," he said with his chin slightly up, lips pursed together. Harold knew how much his boss disliked giving away hours, even minutes, when his employees hadn't been requested to do such a thing or a situation had been occurring drastically within the wizarding world. "Which is always brilliant for me."

Making sure that he had clocked out during his short words, just in case his boss had decided to give him a bit of attention, Harold turned to face Paddy with arms across his chest. "Well, what are you waiting for? There's alcohol calling our names and pizza being made better for us then the Queen of England. Let's go!" he exclaimed with a grin.

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bullintheshop
2010-09-27 04:20 pm UTC (link)

"Horrid." Paddy said finally letting a small chuckle into his voice. Instead of making a "so special you use the short broom" joke, Padraig decided to pass on it. He wasn't sure why, maybe because it was too easy to make. Plus, he was pretty sure he had reached his short broom quota for the month anyhow. He'd gotten on a roll last week, and even though he had a few people laughing (which was saying something since Padraig's normally dry sense of humor normally left people wondering if he was being serious or not), he was sure that it was time to lay off of them for the time being. "You know I think we had an entire meeting about you being the special case and how we all had to be 'sensitive' to your 'condition' last week." he replied smirking. Okay, it was only a joke. But truth be told, he hated that sort of crap. When he had come back to finish training after the War was over, the worst part was the looks that he got when people realized that his left hand didn't work the way it was supposed to. Sure, he could still use it properly, but the fact that he basically had no feeling in it, and a long thin scar showing what a jackass of a brother he had. Every time he thought about giving into his mother's please, one good look at his hand just sent Paddy right back to thinking that Liam could rot there for the rest of his life.

Padraig finally let out the smile he'd been holding back when Harold called him a oaf-ish git. He rolled back his shoulders feeling more relaxed already. Something about being friends with Harold, the other man was always able to make him feel relaxed, like he didn't need to be perfect and he could just be himself. Something he found very rare in his life, and he was very thankful for it. "And if our employers complain about a measly ten minutes, I'll give them the usual bit that you were helping me because I'm feeling rather oaf-ish today."

Padraig crossed his arms over his chest at Harold's words and started to move away from the mans desk and over the lifts. "Well, if it's better than the Queen's than who are we to deny such a tasty pizza to go uneaten?" when the lift arrived he pushed the correct button and they were on their way to freedom, beer, and pizza. "I'm feckin' starvin'. How about we go back to the place just around the corner, yeah? Last I check they had some pretty decent pricing on decently sized pints." he scrunched up his face a bit trying to remember the name, but it just wasn't coming to him right now. A clear sign that it was time to relax.

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