Secret agent man, they're giving you a number and taking away your name
[Records office]
[backdated to yesterday, immediately after Kingsley's post]
[anyone who wants to be reported, ATTN: Ginny]

*walks down to records, can already see pygmy puffs spilling out* *groans*

*two men in bright blue robes poke their heads out*

*shorter hears Harry: Don't worry mate, this is the last of 'em. Lucky you caught this in time, could have been a real mess.*

*tall skinny one chimes in: Yeah, and this seemed to be a real feisty crowd. There are files everywhere. Don't know what you did to get stuck with this mess.

*just stares at all the damn bloody pygmy puffs that are being removed* Got caught taking a long lunch.

*short one laughs: And you got sent to deal with this? Your boss must be a real arse.*

I spent it in the supply closet with my girlfriend.

*tall one howls with laughter: Cheers mate!*

*watches as they bag up the pygmy puffs, makes mental note to buy George a beer, cause damn that's impressive*

*sends out patronus* Gin you and I have a uh job, come down to the records room eh?

*walks into the room, stares at all the files on the floor, hanging from the ceiling and a mysterious smelly substance in the corner*

*an entire stack of files falls over onto Harry's head*

*whimpers* Bloody fucking hell, we're going to be down here for years.