Title: Notes On the Kitchen Table
Author: Girl Who Writes
Word Count: 403
Prompt: 19.Writing a letter.
Summary:I found the note on the kitchen table this morning. Would you like to explain it, you git?
Author's Note: This story was written as part of rtchallenge at livejournal's February Ficathon. Fluff warning on this fic. I'm sure it's patentedly obvious, but fluff is good.
Auror Headquarters, 9:45 a.m., March 11.
I found the note on the kitchen table this morning. Would you like to explain it, you git?
Grimmauld Place, 10:37 a.m., March 11.
I believe the note was quite self explanatory, actually.
Auror Headquarters, 10:59 a.m., March 11.
You let it on the kitchen table where all and sundry could see it!
Must you address owls that way?
Grimmauld Place, 11:42 a.m., March 11.
The note was charmed for your eyes only. I don't believe I am so cruel and oblivious to women that I would leave a message of that nature for 'all and sundry' to see.
And I shall continue to address your owls to you. You weren't complaining when I called you by your name last night, so I took that as permission to continue using it – prematurely, it would seem.
You have yet to respond to the original message.
Auror Headquarters, 11:45 a.m., March 11.
Lupin's going bloody mad. Whatever's going on, could you just agree with him? He's scaring the owls.
Auror Headquarters, 12:15 p.m., March 11.
No, I won't bloody agree with him until he does it properly.
Grimmauld Place, 12:33 p.m., March 11.
Charlie Weasley tells me you are unhappy with my preferred methods of communication, and for that I do apologise. I have never previously been in this situation, and am quite concerned that if I stuff it up for you, you will never forgive me, and that if I allowed you time to contemplate my proposal, you could come to a balanced and clearly thought out response, no matter what it is. Whatever your response is, I am honoured to have known you.
Auror Headquarters, 12:50 p.m., March 11.
He just started on the Fire whiskey. Is that allowed so soon after a full moon?
Auror Headquarters, 1:00 p.m., March 11.
He's a bloody lightweight, take away the bottle, and tell the man to be patient. Honestly.
Auror Headquarters, 1:27 p.m., March 11.
You are a great daft git. I have taken your proposal under consideration and despite the fact you left it in a note on the kitchen table of Headquarters, Charmed or not, I have decided that it would be a terribly interesting story to tell our grandchildren.
In short, yes, you prat.