 cœur perfide | super prosecutor | Ameh's Squishy
Dmitry hated floo. Like really, really hated it. Why did he have to sleep in today so that the floo would be the only way for him to get to work on time? Obviously he'd done something wrong and was being punished for it. Although he couldn't work out what exactly he'd done to endure this torture. Surely though he was reaching the end of it. His grate must be coming up soon. He hoped.
And look there, it was at an end. He was about to touch down on blessed solid ground. He'd kiss it if not for the fact that would be extremely unhygienic. Only he also wasn't touching down on solid ground. But on another person...
Stumbling on the landing Dmitry tripped slightly on the guy who had his head stuck in the floo, only just managing not to fall to the ground outside it. "Are you alright?" Dmitry asked as soon as he'd gotten his footing. He really hoped he hadn't hurt the other man, but then again if he had it wouldn't really be his fault. Who stuck their heads in fireplaces when they knew the floo was active?
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