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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 03:01 am (UTC)

I snort and Ron narrows his eyes at me. I give him a sheepish shrug and turn to Fred. "What's yours?"

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," Fred replies and turns to look at George. "Ready, George?"

"Ready, Fred! EXPECTO PATRONUM" They shout simultaneously as they jump on their feet and topple me over. A pair of Siamese cats emerge from their wands and slowly make their way toward Ron and I. They call them back before the cats rub against our legs and Ron looks up and throws his head back laughing.

"What's the matter with him?" Fred asks.

"Must have finally snapped," George says.

"Mental, eh?" Fred steps forward and Ron clutches to my shirt laughing so hard, his eyes are watering.

"He says… he says mine's not ma… magical," Ron says between gasps of breath and laughter. "But… they… theirs is… just bunch of pussy!"

George slaps the back of Ron's head and Ron rolls over on the ground rolling almost on top of me. When my eyes widen and I swallow back the lump in my throat, he quickly straightens up and sits up and away from me. Not now… please not now… I mentally berate my cock for springing to action and hope no one notices.

"Do you know what you'll have to do?" I ask after clearing my throat several times.