[mp] [ministry] i live my life a quarter mile at a time [danny]

Jeremy stopped wringing out his wet hair as Michael approached them, pretending like he hadn't just been doing it and running his hands through his locks awkwardly instead. "Had no idea," Jeremy said, following Danny's lead and desperately trying not to smile. The corners of his mouth pulled up ever so slightly, and it was nearly impossible to stop the grin from creeping in a little. His clothes were still wet, there was water in his sneakers making them all soggy, but he'd pretend until they made him swear an oath that he had no idea what happened.

It was better than being required to clean it up. And Reg would probably make them use brooms, not even magic (not that either one of them was good at cleaning spells), just because he was a man with "principals". Jeremy didn't like the ministry brooms, they were mean to him. "Sure, mate," Jeremy replied to Michael's question and shooting Danny a little look.

"Oh yeah absolutely, always raining up here, you know someone should probably look into that...:

“It is, so I’m told,” said Michael with amusement; as he said it, a soggy memo came up the corridor at the back of his head. He rescued it and flipped it open -- rain on level four, it said -- and stowed it in his pocket. It had the air of having been sent thirty seconds ago by one of these two men; by now Reg would be losing his mind, but Michael was busy. These days, if it involved magic and/or cleaning and it was happening at the Ministry, Michael counted it as work (and so did the payroll.)

The rain, he decided, had almost definitely been their fault. He practically lived on level four and it did not rain often at all -- Michael’s manager ran a tighter ship than Saul Hedges on level two, who did have a recurring rain issue. It was none of Michael’s business, though; he got his wand out to do a hot-air charm, and to sweep their packages back into the cart while he was at it. Dripping problem alleviated, he scratched his head and regarded them. (Was Jeremy wearing a tie-died undershirt?)

“I have to go deal with the rain,” he said, already turning to go, and remembered immediately that this wasn’t the only urgent thing on his mind -- he waved one hand to get their attention back, even as he retreated crabwise. “Oh! New roster tomorrow, Hutch and Proudfoot traded their seekers again."

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Danny tried to stifle a grin as Jere replied to his comment about this floor always hailing. It was hard to keep serious for long, even when this little ruse that they hadn't caused a hail storm in the middle of the ministry was at stake. He failed miserably at stopping the wide smile that graced his lips as a very familiar looking memo doinked Corner in the back of the head, Danny leaning over to see his messy handwriting. "Huh, looks like someone sent you a memo, better get on that," he said lightly.

He watched as Corner did a few quick charms with ease, not in the least bit jealous, but appreciating his productiveness. Carts were repacked, puddles disappeared, and now he just had to deal with that pesky rain problem.

Danny nodded and said "sounds good!" to Michael as he retreated before Danny slid his gaze to Jere, a smile lifting the corners of his mouth. "At least it was Corner," he said with a little shrug as he started to push his cart back down the corridor. Some of those maintenance guys were terrible.

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Jere could barely keep the laugh in his throat from escaping as he watched Corner get to work. He never meant to make the other wizards job more difficult, but the whole situation was admittedly hilarious. It was nearly bursting out of him by way of a mischevious little smirk on his face. The red covered his mouth, pretending (and fooling no one) that he had a cough.

Michael made short work of their mess and Jeremy was impressed to say the least. "thanks mate," he said to him quietly, little droplets of water still falling from his weighted curls.

"Oh no shit good to know. Dibs on Cornell!" He said the last half of his words as quickly as he thought of them, shooting Danny a challenging glance and smiling wildly. He nodded as they grabbed their carts and headed back down their delivery route. Good thing it was Michael indeed.

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