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Who: Harry Potter and Aaron Hotchner
What: A meeting, of sorts
When: Dec. 1st
Where: Police Station
Rating: Low
Status: Incomplete
The amount of work Harry did during the day varied weekly, not because of criminal activity, though the berk who broke into someone's car last night was on Harry's shit list for the rest of the year, but because the activity and weirdness level in the town fluctuated when they least expected it. This week, barring the night before, had been slow, like the week before, and he was running out of things to do. Reorganizing was beginning to sound good to him.
He scrawled a quick note to himself to put up surveillance charms near the harbor and stuck it to the top of his computer monitor then swung around in his chair. Ted would be getting out of school soon and if nothing exciting happened in the next hour, he might go and get him for once and take him out for hot chocolate. They hadn't been doing much since the weather grew cold and snow began to stick. He felt bad about it, but what was he supposed to do?
Sighing, he tossed a crumbled ball of paper toward the bin and subtly altered its course with a charm so it landed square in the basket.
What: A meeting, of sorts
When: Dec. 1st
Where: Police Station
Rating: Low
Status: Incomplete
The amount of work Harry did during the day varied weekly, not because of criminal activity, though the berk who broke into someone's car last night was on Harry's shit list for the rest of the year, but because the activity and weirdness level in the town fluctuated when they least expected it. This week, barring the night before, had been slow, like the week before, and he was running out of things to do. Reorganizing was beginning to sound good to him.
He scrawled a quick note to himself to put up surveillance charms near the harbor and stuck it to the top of his computer monitor then swung around in his chair. Ted would be getting out of school soon and if nothing exciting happened in the next hour, he might go and get him for once and take him out for hot chocolate. They hadn't been doing much since the weather grew cold and snow began to stick. He felt bad about it, but what was he supposed to do?
Sighing, he tossed a crumbled ball of paper toward the bin and subtly altered its course with a charm so it landed square in the basket.