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It’s a bit of a mess,” Harry said apologetically. Wait… why was he apologizing?? “I would have cleaned up, except I didn’t plan on having company…” No, no, I think he’s interested,” Wade murmured, looking up toward the ceiling. “He’s probably getting a chubby from the arguing.” Use the knitting needle to pierce through the middle of the cork to create a hole large enough for the fairy light to fit through. Repeat until all the cork tops have holes in. Good evening, Potter.” Malfoy said as he approached. “I’ve come to offer my thanks.” He held out a paper bag, the aroma wafting from it set Harry's mouth watering, “Dinner?”

Right then, Morgan.” Harry said decisively, “Pint is it? Who else is here? tell ‘em I’ll buy the first round.” Wade’s mask stretched in to a grin. “Why can’t I kill bad guys in daylight? It’s such a cliche to only do it at night.” Perhaps he thought Harry was some sort of lonely alcoholic? “Yes.” Harry confirmed, “but it’s not the same is it?” Wade seemed caught off guard as he looked between the taco he held and Harry with an almost pathetic desperation. Yes,” Harry said, and assuming Malfoy had imagined he lived in some sort of Chosen-One-Palace, he elaborated, “It’s only me here, and I work at least twelve hours a day. Would be a waste of time to have something big.”Harry gave him a funny look, “Nothing else to do?” The boy couldn’t have been more than nineteen, “At your age?” Oops.” Wade held the silver knob in his hand and turned his entirely-too-sentient-mask towards Harry. “Don’t worry, I can fix it.” Wade?” Harry ripped the cloak off and blinked dumbly as he saw Wade sitting in the windowsill of the twentieth floor room, his legs dangling, and poppy music playing over the phone on the sill beside him.

Kill the robots,” Harry corrected him. He shot another blasting hex at one of the metal contraptions and smiled smugly as it blew up the one beside it as well. Neville did laugh. Being that he was the least cynical person Harry knew, he was not surprised. Philosophical suited Neville much more. “Parvati is coming in too, we've got a case that is killing us.” Harry jumped, he'd been staring at the calendar wondering if Oliver would fancy a night off. Probably not. United took their training schedule ridiculously seriously. They could call it cardio? Er, great.” Harry said, feeling quite stunned, but he proceeded to the door and let them inside. He stumbled slightly in the entryway, having to grab on to the hall stand to steady himself. Five pints on an empty stomach probably hadn’t been that smart. But even now, with no homicidal maniacs after him, or none that he was currently aware of, he didn’t really ever think much past the next case, or the next holiday. He was looking forward to Christmas this year. That was one thing about kids, they really made Christmas fun. And it was so different from the dull ones he’d had at Privet drive as a child. Christmas at the Weasleys with their ever extending brood of grandkids was excellent.Wade didn’t say anything, Harry wondered how many people had the ability to make him shut up, and then abruptly turned around and walked out of the room.