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[aperfectthird]

[There's a bit of shaking as Percy fiddles with the phone, getting it in place, and then he appears in frame, peering at it cautiously. When he's certain it's settled, he sits at the desk he's charmed the phone to float in front of, folding his hands on the top. His suit is impeccable: clean, perfectly pressed, tie straight, shirt spotlessly

Comments

[greding]

Percy, I think someone put motor oil in your shampoo.

Again.

[aperfectthird]

It's called 'hair gel,' George.

[greding]

So you're trying to look like you skipped the shower for a week on purpose? That's a bit weird, innit?

[aperfectthird]

No, I'm trying to not look as though I just rolled out of bed.

[greding]

You should have stayed with that. It makes you look almost likeable.

[7thborn]

Yeah, but Merlin forbid he makes friends while on a job hunt, right, George?

[greding]

Right, I forgot that those two never go together.

[7thborn]

Because you've got to absolutely loathe who you work with. Can't get anything done otherwise.

[greding]

Friendship in the workplace leads to all sort of horrible things, don't you know. Like enjoying yourself.

[7thborn]

What if you ended up fancying someone? Unthinkable.

[greding]

The world would end.

[7thborn]

No, that happens when you shag your co-worker.

[greding]

I hope you're not speaking from experience, Ginevra.

[7thborn]

[No, actually. Never. Ugh. How dare you, George, etc.]

What if I was?

[greding]

Then I think I'd rather you keep that story to yourself.

[7thborn]

If the world ended with inter-office shagging, we wouldn't be having this conversation. I just wanted to mortify Percy, not both of you.