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Degoming the Garden and Twins- April 5th
by Auror Weasley (auror_weasley)
at November 29th, 2006 (10:56 pm)

current location: The garden
Mental State: frustrated
Background Chatter: Harry cursed and gnomes giggling

I've checked every room upstairs but I can't find Harry.

Damn it! I told him to rest! He promised!

I swear I'm going to have to tell Mum on him. The prat has only been awake for a couple of hours. He tried to seduce me twice, tried to climb in the shower with me, and he's probably down there making me something like raw oysters for breakfast.

Does he not realize he could have died?

Honestly, you would think after an experience like that he might consider just resting for a bit.

I head downstairs and tug my shirt on when I reach the landing.

Wouldn't want to tempt him.

"Oi, Harry," I call out as I walk towards the kitchen. "Mate, I thought I told you to rest."

I enter the kitchen to find it completely spotless and empty.

Bugger! Where the hell is he? Did Moody kidnap him and force him back to St Mungo's?

"Fucking, no good, worthless—"

The voice is coming from outside and I almost trip in my haste to get outside.

What I see astounds me, angers me, and quite frankly scares the hell out of me. Harry's in the garden, chucking gnomes over the fence, and the words leave my mouth before I can stop them.

"Fucking hell, Harry," I shout as I storm through the grass. "You were injured! Now is not the time to degnome the garden!"


Posted by: Auror Potter (auror_potter)
Posted at: November 30th, 2006 02:58 am (UTC)
Harry Confused

I had planned a romantic breakfast this morning after trying several times to get Ron to shag me already and the plan I'd concocted was damn near brilliant, if I do say so myself. I had finished cleaning the kitchen when Moody's owl arrived.

"Fucking... no good... worthless piece of..."

"Fucking hell, Harry!" Ron shouts from the kitchen and I swing the gnome several times and pitch it as far as I can over the fence. "You were injured! Now is not the time to degnome the garden!" Ron says in a fury as he storms out to where I've been pitching gnomes over the bloody fence since reading Moody's owl.

"He's bloody useless, he is!" I say throwing another gnome over the fence... farther this time, I note. "Smarmy git probably found a way to get the barrister to... fucking asshole bastards!" This one shouts 'whee' as I pitch it and it only makes me more angry.

"Do you want to tell me what this is about?" Ron asks nervously.

Pitching one more over the fence, I pant and double over trying to catch my breath. "Moody sent an owl this morning," I tell him between gulps of air. "Goddamn, bloody asswipes couldn't keep them! He couldn't find one goddamn thing to hold them with? Let's see... there's the fact that they're Death Eaters, they attacked a muggle village, have murdered countless of people and oh yeah... let's not forget that fucking asshole of a Potions Master murdered our Headmaster!" I roar and kick a gnome that's come back under the fence blowing raspberries at me.

"Why you fucking little deformed potato!" I shout just before kicking it football-style over the goddamn bloody fence.