"I'm at work, so yes, I'm still doing something," Mycroft grumbled, sorting through his papers and sticking them back in the file, making sure to have the findings letter on top, because he wanted to read through it again as soon as he got back to his desk. Hearings sucked and were nerve wracking and having a Berk Attack right afterwards was not really the way to put him in a good mood.
"Why do you have the afternoon off? I thought you were working on the Shiver case?" Mycroft stood up and glowered at his brother some more. What was the point of having a job if you got afternoons off and stuff? "What stuff could you tell Moody that would make him think we're not just sluffing off?"
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