Pansy was not unaware of the few heads that turned as she strode through the MLE’s inner atrium towards Harry’s offices. Whether it was because she was in the department of her own free will, or perhaps the scandalous open back of her blouse, she was unsure. It could even be the Quidditch rumors for all she knew. Her name had always been fodder ( Read more... )

It was fortunate for their second round of interviewees that they weren't nearly so bad as the batch from the day before. Had such been the case, Mira might have resorted drastic measures that may have been questionable in their lawfulness. As it was, they only had one interview left and no promising candidates yet. They were all qualified in ( Read more... )

Clipboard in hand, Mira peeked her head into Harry's office. "It's time, chief ( Read more... )

Harry hadn't walked up this particular flight of stairs in several months. If he was completely honest with himself, it had been too long, and he was a shite friend who didn't even deserve to be walking up them now.

As it stood, though, their friendship had always been one of ups and downs. This wasn't the first time they'd gone for months without ( Read more... )

Arms full of files and papers, Mira pushed through Harry's door. He didn't raise his head as she went about his office putting away this and that, nor did he raise his gaze as she sorted through his inbox.

"Have you seen the Archer settlement?" she asked, fingers deftly flicking through the stack overflow. "It's supposed to be reviewed and on the ( Read more... )

She'd been putting it off, but Mira was a bit loathe to tell Harry that things were going to change. He'd been looking especially stressed of late, thoughts even more distant and seemingly concerned than normal. She was sure the line between his brows would etch itself there forever it he wasn't careful ( Read more... )

It had been quite some time since he'd been in the depths of the MLE, among the Aurors who were actually doing Auror duties. He missed the sights and sounds of the floor. Harry knew most of the men and women were more than glad that things had settled down since the end of October, but there was yet that cloud of wait, a tension that hung in the ( Read more... )

Harry didn't need to find the location of Parkinson Estate as much as he had to remember exactly where it was. It had been years since he'd gone there as a trainee to help sweep the house for any dark or illegal items, and it was mildly ironic that he was going there now to tell the only living Parkinson that unless she planned on carrying on in ( Read more... )

Resisting the urge to doodle on the piece of parchment placed before him when the meeting had started, Harry let out a silent sigh before sitting back in his chair as the head of Social Services spoke about the ball she'd attended last weekend in Bulgaria.

"The food they had there was atrocious! I was uncertain what I'd eaten, and am fairly sure ( Read more... )

It was late. Harry didn't always pay much attention to the time; too many papers and people vying for his considerations. It was why he stayed late often, completely oblivious to the waning light outside the false sunshine-filled windows of the Ministry.

Stomach growling, he rose from his desk, fingers kneading at the tightness that had landed in ( Read more... )