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Date: October 3rd 1999, 9:00am
Status: Public
Setting: The lobby
Summary: Harry arrives for work
Harry, looking happy, tanned and humming a cheerful and grossly out of key tune, entered the lobby. Dr. Darryl Birkett's Las Vegas seminar and workshop on opening one's self up to new experiences had been a real eye opener. Harry had immediately taken the good doctors advice to heart by accompanying his new friends Lola B, Lola M and Lola T on a night out and his rear was still rather sore from the gryffin tattoo he seemed to have acquired on his right buttock during this hazily recollected period. Still, he was glad to be returning, especially given that his new friend Draco had offered to allow him to remain in his room until the threat from these 'Ron' and 'Ginny' people he'd been receiving disturbing letters about had passed.
There was however one problem. Due to the largely unspecified nature of his work at Tadfield Manor, he really didn't have a clue where he was supposed to be or what he was supposed to be doing or even if he'd arrived for work at the right time. Prior to his little excusion across the pond he'd been muddling along as best as he could by being directed to various tasks by Sister Mary and other people who seemed to have a better idea of how things were supposed to work around The Manor (well, apart from the times when he'd fallen asleep in public or been assailed by prolonged flashbacks involving red heads), but right now he wasn't exactly sure what to do. There was nobody he recognised present and no helpful indicators - such as big signs saying Hugo vacuum the carpet on the third floor - in sight.
After standing around in an aimiably for a few minutes he decided that he really ought to show some initiative.
"Er hello," he called out to nobody in particular. "Does anybody around here know what I'm supposed to be doing."
Status: Public
Setting: The lobby
Summary: Harry arrives for work
Harry, looking happy, tanned and humming a cheerful and grossly out of key tune, entered the lobby. Dr. Darryl Birkett's Las Vegas seminar and workshop on opening one's self up to new experiences had been a real eye opener. Harry had immediately taken the good doctors advice to heart by accompanying his new friends Lola B, Lola M and Lola T on a night out and his rear was still rather sore from the gryffin tattoo he seemed to have acquired on his right buttock during this hazily recollected period. Still, he was glad to be returning, especially given that his new friend Draco had offered to allow him to remain in his room until the threat from these 'Ron' and 'Ginny' people he'd been receiving disturbing letters about had passed.
There was however one problem. Due to the largely unspecified nature of his work at Tadfield Manor, he really didn't have a clue where he was supposed to be or what he was supposed to be doing or even if he'd arrived for work at the right time. Prior to his little excusion across the pond he'd been muddling along as best as he could by being directed to various tasks by Sister Mary and other people who seemed to have a better idea of how things were supposed to work around The Manor (well, apart from the times when he'd fallen asleep in public or been assailed by prolonged flashbacks involving red heads), but right now he wasn't exactly sure what to do. There was nobody he recognised present and no helpful indicators - such as big signs saying Hugo vacuum the carpet on the third floor - in sight.
After standing around in an aimiably for a few minutes he decided that he really ought to show some initiative.
"Er hello," he called out to nobody in particular. "Does anybody around here know what I'm supposed to be doing."