Mycroft couldn't help the twitch of his eye, Berk seemed a little too excited than normal 'let us just skip the last few hours of work' and belatedly wondered if it was going to be such a good idea. Maybe he would come in after Berk tomorrow and hope that Moody had already latched on to his brother and wouldn't bother with him...hm. Unlike Berk, Mycroft wasn't as willing to cause messes at work just to see what would happen with people. He loved his job - not that Berk didn't, they were excellent on the field together, it was just the office bit, with the paperwork and hundreds of horrible people it had to go through. But Mycroft liked that part of the job too, and that made him a little weirder, but he liked having all his reports in order and his quills lined up by usage and it just made the 'real' work a lot easier when they actually had reports and knowledge of what was going on to refer to than just running in blindly.
"We? Not for work, I hope," Mycroft was perfectly amiable to the hit wizards, they did a good job, but patrolling Hogsmeade during a Hogwarts weekend was not the job for an auror. Ugh, he hated teenagers, they were so snotty and mean and totally didn't understand the whole 'respect' thing yet. Except for Elphias, but he was an eighty year old trapped in a teenaged shaped body.
Mycroft perked up at that last bit and raised his eyebrow. "School girl? How so? And what are we supposed to do about it? I don't think I have advice to give him on skirt lengths. Plus, I really don't think he has the knees to pull a skirt off."
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