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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 7:18 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 7:23 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 7:26 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 7:31 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2012 8:38 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2012 8:50 am
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Damien Burroughs Auror~ Father~ Smoker~* Damien sighed heavily, shuffling pages on his desk. He was restless, worried about Melody. She'd been gone far too long on her assignment. It was a simple pick up, wasn't it? A wizard too big for his robes with an itch for blowing up property. He took a pull from his cigarette, no one would mind- they were hand rolled vanilla and maple. Tapping the edge of his coffee cup, watching it fill with the black liquid which gave him the energy to continue. Why was he so behind on paperwork?
The answer, of course, was he had never been good at filing his work. Most of the piles consisted of errors to be corrected in his rare presence in the office. He was an fieldwork agent. Melody was the kind who needed to be behind the desk. Where she would be safe. Safe like Sparrow in school. He sighed, a hand resting on his temple, Sparrow. He needed to write her soon. Send her something nice. Would be be allowed to keep a gift at Hogwarts? Maybe some edible would be better... but then she may have to share. Or would share because she was too sweet. Oh that girl. He shook his head.
Exhaling a plume of twisting smoke, he hummed softly. Melody should have been back by now. He looked over to her desk. Pristine as always. Not a paper in sight. How did she do it? He chuckled- she should have been a Ravenclaw. Her love of paperwork was otherworldly. Wonderful mind. Wonderful body. Wonderful wife. His heart ached at the thought of her out there with two others. He understood why policy said he couldn't go with her, but it did not mean he agreed. He should be out there with her- just in case. But she was brave, so brave. He hoped their golden haired child had the same trait.
Lifting his hand from the paperwork he heaved the heaviest of sighs. Yet again he'd drawn a bird on his paperwork. It was almost his signature. His worry for that blue eyed baby that they simply could not keep. He would have to see her after her first school year ended. Maybe give her an owl. He wondered if Melody would agree. It had been hard enough to watch their girl with that mangy half-kneazle. Why it had chosen her, he'd never know. Blasted animal.
Damien seethed, the ash of his cigarette touching his fingers. He extinguised it and heaved a sigh. His work covered in ash and coffee. "I'm going to get an earful for this," he muttered in deep velvet tone.
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2012 8:53 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2012 9:08 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 10:24 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 10:34 pm
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