 A Poop * k8 *
The chances of Scottie being at his desk was very low. In fact, he only ever saw his desk three short minutes a day, usually: to drop off his stuff in the morning, MAYBE during his lunch, and then to pick up his things at the end of his work day. Some days he might eat lunch at his desk, but he preferred to be elsewhere. It was rare security had any desk work to do, but he supposed it was out of decorum that he had one at all.
It was a rare day where he had just gotten off duty at the entrance. He had a horrendous headache, and he needed a quick stop at his desk to take a bit of a potion to help out with that. He sat at his chair, pulled open the top drawer, and groooooaaaaaaned at the lack of potion vial. WHERE HAD IT GONE? He hadn't even NEEDED it yet since he started at the ministry almost - what was it - a year ago?!
He rubbed his forehead before groaning again.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |