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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 02:59 am (UTC)
Tired of it all

I stare at him disbelief, gaping for a few seconds before yelping as the little bugger in my hands bites my thumbs. I pitch him as far as I can before doubling over in pain. Great, pulled something on top of everything else!

Ron runs over to check on me and I shake him off. "I'm fine," I lie. Just bloody fucking well annoyed that they fucking let the smarmy bastards get away and yet somehow I'm the one that's in trouble. How the bloody hell does that make any goddamn sense, I ask you?"

Panting, I make my way to one of the tall trees in the garden and unceremoniously, drop to the floor then bang my head against the tree.

"I expect to see you at the Minister's Ceremony tonight he says," I mimic Moody's gruff voice and make meh-meh-meh sounds before summoning the parchment from Ron's hand and setting on fire… wandlessly.