Haruki Saito

@harusaito

haru ∙ 29 ∙ obliviator ∙ death eater ∙ slytherin ∙ pure-blood

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harusaito·:

“Who said anything about being fired? You’ve been promoted - Minister. That essentially makes me your servant now.” Haru smiled, looking down at the stack of papers as she talked and piled. Smirking, he ran his fingertips lightly across the pile once, just enough to make the top page or two askew. Pressing down gently with his finger, he looked up and shrugged. “Coffee sounds good. Black? Cream and sugar?” He asked, fixing her stack, then looking back over his shoulder as he walked towards the pot. “Well,” he said as he poured himself a cup. “I figure they think you’ve had it too easy lately and sent me your way to remind you it could always be worse? Honestly, haven’t a clue. Trying not to let my imagination get the better of me.”

“Oh. Well. Then have a seat,” she smirked at him, gesturing towards the chairs on the other side of her desk. “I’ll get you a long list of things to accomplish by the end of the day.” Katherine’s smirk turned into a smile as she sat on the edge of the desk. laughing as he walked over to the coffee. “Darling, you don’t actually have to drink that. We have decaf - or tea. Water.” She met his gaze, still smiling, before shaking her head. “Have you gotten into any trouble? Sent here by the Head Auror or Wizengamot?” She tilted her head to the side to look at him. “That’s alot to be brought straight up to the Ministers office.”

Haru sighed with relief, taking a seat across from her. “Thank Merlin, I don’t actually drink this,” he said, looking at the dark brown liquid, holding the cup away from him. “I, uh… well, not that I’m aware of?” He had a long list of things he did that would justify being called up here, outside of work. If they knew about that, though, he’d be in worse trouble than this. He groaned as she mentioned the Wizengamot and Minister - he only hoped it wasn’t something as serious as that. “Listen, you’re the expert - any insight as to why I’m here? How often does this happen?”

harusaito:

“Oh, terribly sorry,” Haru said, holding up a hand apologetically. “Have they not told you the news? I’m the new assistant to the Minister,” he teased with a smirk and a wink. “They must not have told some of the, well… lower status employees.” Haru laughed aloud, deciding to stop there before he got himself hurt. “Seriously though, I was actually called up here. I guess I’m a bit early, though,” he said, checking his watch. “Mind if I hang around while I wait? Or have I thoroughly pissed you off?”

“They have not. I wasn’t aware I was fired.” She tilted her head to the side, as if considering the other, before smirking. “You are really early, yeah. The Minister and her people have been tied up all morning, so honestly? It might be a while.” Katherine stacked up the files on the front desk in a neat pile, before nodding in the direction of her office. “Grab some coffee and come to my office? I haven’t been doing anything today other than trying to figure out her mess of a schedule.” She started to her door to unlock it. “What brings you here?”

“Who said anything about being fired? You’ve been promoted - Minister. That essentially makes me your servant now.” Haru smiled, looking down at the stack of papers as she talked and piled. Smirking, he ran his fingertips lightly across the pile once, just enough to make the top page or two askew. Pressing down gently with his finger, he looked up and shrugged. “Coffee sounds good. Black? Cream and sugar?” He asked, fixing her stack, then looking back over his shoulder as he walked towards the pot. “Well,” he said as he poured himself a cup. “I figure they think you’ve had it too easy lately and sent me your way to remind you it could always be worse? Honestly, haven’t a clue. Trying not to let my imagination get the better of me.”

“You’re not getting in there without an appointment,” she nodded towards the Minister’s floor, taking a seat at her desk. “So it’d be best if you just tell me why you’re here or tell me when you can be available for an appointment and we can pretend she’ll actually fit you into her schedule.”

“Oh, terribly sorry,” Haru said, holding up a hand apologetically. “Have they not told you the news? I’m the new assistant to the Minister,” he teased with a smirk and a wink. “They must not have told some of the, well… lower status employees.” Haru laughed aloud, deciding to stop there before he got himself hurt. “Seriously though, I was actually called up here. I guess I’m a bit early, though,” he said, checking his watch. “Mind if I hang around while I wait? Or have I thoroughly pissed you off?”

harusaito:

“How would that ruin the fun of it?” Haru asked, curious. “To me, that’d be the best part! Especially if you get to see the look on their face when they find out that you know… Though, I guess if you did that, then people would just stop talking to you. Which would be… counterproductive.” He added with a shrug. “We’ll figure it out.”

Originally posted by daily-kentaro

Georgia laughed, “Ok, so you should never be a reporter. The fun of it is knowing everyone’s secrets and knowing when to use them if you have to. Just letting them know you know will ruin all the fun before it starts.”

“Yeah, I think I chose my career well. Stick with what I’m good at…” Haru smirked. “But think of the practical applications of blackmail right from the start… Plus, your knowledge with my ability to modify minds… We’d be unstoppable.” He cleared his throat. “Only joking of course.”

harusaito:

“You weren’t supposed to call my bluff,” Haru said with a grin. “But thank you for assuming I have an ounce of talent regarding showmanship and fashion. The only way I would win any costume contest would be by stuffing the ballot or getting joke votes. Or by letting my competition ruin themselves by changing outfits every thirty minutes.” He said, winking.

Originally posted by alare-chan

Phoebe snorted, “Sorry. I’m always up front about my sarcasm. It’s fifty percent of my personality. And I didn’t say every thirty minutes.” She waved him off, “Probably every two hours.”

Haru laughed. “Sorry, sorry, my mistake. That makes it much better, much more practical,” he said, grinning. “What’ll that end up being, maybe 5 outfits a day, depending on work and everything? That’s doable…”

harusaito:

Haru’s eyes widened at the state of the room. “I’m guessing organization is not his strong suit…” He said jokingly. He grinned at her proposal. On the one hand, he was probably not the best individual to mess with. On the other hand, it was Potter. Now that he thought about it and had some time to calm down from being star struck, should he even be talking to her? He looked behind him before stepping into the room - there were no other Death Eaters in sight. Would he be able to gather any intelligence at all during this? He wondered. “As long as it’s not something like TPing his office. We should plan bigger things than that. Besides, he probably wouldn’t even notice, given…” he said, words trailing off, gesturing to everything around him.

Originally posted by xxx-eden-xxx

“No.” Ginny sighed with a laugh. “No it’s not. But that’s why he’s got people like me in his life.” She chuckled again and thought about, “What if we charmed his papers into birds or something? That should be easy enough. Every time he touches a folder, it’ll turn into a bird.” She grinned, “It’ll be hilarious. He’ll be so annoyed, just like I am right now.”

Haru smiled slightly. He found it interesting how some people were okay being used, no matter in how small a manner. Intentionally or not. “I’m sure he likes having you around for other reasons that your organizational abilities,” he said with a shrug. “And that’s a good start… I would suggest adding a duplication charm on top of that, though it may be counter productive…”

harusaito:

Haru felt a weight in his stomach. He had expected this, though he hadn’t quite prepared for it. “I-“ he started, trying to thinking of a valid excuse on the spot. He didn’t know why he tried - he had spent hours thinking of some earlier, to no avail. “No. I fucked up. Double booked myself, got tied up at the Ministry. I promise it won’t happen again.” Normally, he would have tried to weasel his way out of trouble, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to. Not this situation. Not with him.

Phoenix watched him for a moment before smirking, stepping closer to him. “No reason to be so defensive. Or scared.” He tilted his head to the side. “I was merely curious is all.” He gave him one more look, before stepping around him. “I was about to get a drink. Want to join me? Or are you double booked now?”

Haru chose his words carefully, still apprehensive. Failure was not an option, not for any of them. Anything less than perfect was unacceptable, at least for him. “I could get a drink,” he said slowly, but calmly. “So… What did I miss? Am I on a new assignment?” He asked as they headed towards their destination, keeping his voice low enough that any passerby’s couldn’t hear.

harusaito:

Haru raised his hands in the air in defeat. “Hey, whatever you say. But I guess if it’s also your birthday, it’s acceptable…” Haru grinned. “Am I detecting a hint of sarcasm? You can laugh now, but don’t come crying and complaining when I actually steal the show!”

Originally posted by daily-kentaro

“Oh, not just a hint.” Phoebe laughed. “The sarcasm is prevalent. But I feel like you’ve got a creative streak in you, so you might at the very least give me a run for my money.”

“You weren’t supposed to call my bluff,” Haru said with a grin. “But thank you for assuming I have an ounce of talent regarding showmanship and fashion. The only way I would win any costume contest would be by stuffing the ballot or getting joke votes. Or by letting my competition ruin themselves by changing outfits every thirty minutes.” He said, winking.

harusaito:

“Good, at least I won’t make a total fool of myself. Anyway, I could, but I don’t know how much help I’ll be… I work in a totally different department,” Haru said apologetically. “What exactly are we looking for, then?”

Originally posted by daily-kentaro

“Oh no, it should be clearly labeled. It’s just a file thing.” Ginny talked as she pushed the door of Harry’s office open. “I think it’ll be on his … . desk.” Her husband’s office was covered in paperwork. Every available surface had a sheet of paper on it. “Oh this is atrocious. I am gonna kill him.” She sighed and turned to Haru, “Change of plans, do you wanna prank my husband’s office instead?”

Haru’s eyes widened at the state of the room. “I’m guessing organization is not his strong suit…” He said jokingly. He grinned at her proposal. On the one hand, he was probably not the best individual to mess with. On the other hand, it was Potter. Now that he thought about it and had some time to calm down from being star struck, should he even be talking to her? He looked behind him before stepping into the room - there were no other Death Eaters in sight. Would he be able to gather any intelligence at all during this? He wondered. “As long as it’s not something like TPing his office. We should plan bigger things than that. Besides, he probably wouldn’t even notice, given…” he said, words trailing off, gesturing to everything around him.

“I didn’t see you at the last meeting,” he said conversationally, as he walked up to fall in step with the other man. Phoenix looked over at him. “Something better come up?”

@harusaito

Haru felt a weight in his stomach. He had expected this, though he hadn’t quite prepared for it. “I-“ he started, trying to thinking of a valid excuse on the spot. He didn’t know why he tried - he had spent hours thinking of some earlier, to no avail. “No. I fucked up. Double booked myself, got tied up at the Ministry. I promise it won’t happen again.” Normally, he would have tried to weasel his way out of trouble, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to. Not this situation. Not with him.

harusaito:

“I don’t think I could have your job. I’d be too curious as to who I was talking to. All anonymity, out the window! Couldn’t help myself,” he said with a shrug. “On another totally unrelated note, if you happen to find out a real identity for anyone, or you need to try and find one out, let me know. I happen to know someone who is particularly good at that… Me. It’s me.”

Originally posted by daily-kentaro

“No, no don’t get me wrong. There are days when I just want to run some spells and see what I can find out, but it also ruins the fun of it all too.” Georgia laughed, “Ok, so next time I get a real good detail about someone, I know who to go too. I’ve needed a good gossip partner in my life.” She snorted.

“How would that ruin the fun of it?” Haru asked, curious. “To me, that’d be the best part! Especially if you get to see the look on their face when they find out that you know… Though, I guess if you did that, then people would just stop talking to you. Which would be… counterproductive.” He added with a shrug. “We’ll figure it out.”

harusaito:

“Aren’t you a relationship columnist? I think getting “personal” is part of the job description,” Haru asked with a grin. “As for kinks… Anyone I know have some weird ones? I promise I won’t tell… too many people about it…”

Originally posted by godbogum-blog

“Ok, well there’s a line and I draw it there.” Georgia laughed. “Most of the questions I get are anonymous or have pseudonyms, so I have no idea. But,” she smirked, “In my opinion, and experience, it’s always the quiet ones.”

“I don’t think I could have your job. I’d be too curious as to who I was talking to. All anonymity, out the window! Couldn’t help myself,” he said with a shrug. “On another totally unrelated note, if you happen to find out a real identity for anyone, or you need to try and find one out, let me know. I happen to know someone who is particularly good at that… Me. It’s me.”

harusaito:

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m looking forward to it too, but that seems… Excessive? Besides, we all know that no matter what you’ve got on, it’ll have nothing on my ghost costume. I don’t mean to brag,” Haru said with a smirk. “But I even bought a new sheet and everything. Spent 10 whole sickles.”

“Excessive? No way. Halloween deserves everything I have to give it. Plus it’s my birthday, so I gotta go all out.” She laughed, “Oh you know what, you’re right. That’s gonna win any costume context for sure.” She rolled her eyes teasingly.

Haru raised his hands in the air in defeat. “Hey, whatever you say. But I guess if it’s also your birthday, it’s acceptable…” Haru grinned. “Am I detecting a hint of sarcasm? You can laugh now, but don’t come crying and complaining when I actually steal the show!”

harusaito:

“Ginny Potter? As in Quidditch coach Ginny Potter?” Haru asked, flustered, reaching out to shake her hand. He hadn’t noticed that it was outstretched right away, and hoped that he didn’t leave her hanging for an awkward amount of time. “Haru Saito. And yes, as an Obliviator. Let me know if I say anything terribly embarrassing so I can wipe it from your memory. I’m a big fan, so if there’s anything I can do to help you while you’re here, just let me know. Just don’t tell my boss.”

“Yep, that’s me.” Ginny smiled as he took her hand. “Oh, don’t worry about it. I’ve heard plenty awkward things in my lifetime.” Ginny thought for a second, “Honestly, you could help me look for this file?” She laughed, “I’m positive my husband’s office is a mess and It’ll take me hours.”

“Good, at least I won’t make a total fool of myself. Anyway, I could, but I don’t know how much help I’ll be… I work in a totally different department,” Haru said apologetically. “What exactly are we looking for, then?”

harusaito:

“I’ve found that most of the people who don’t like it here are only here because they’re in trouble. That, or they’re lost.” Haru said, glancing over at the woman and hitting the button to his floor. “Unless you work here, of course. Then you’d probably have a valid reason.” He added with a shrug.

Ginny smiled, “Nah, just bad memories from when I was a kid.” She shrugged, “that and I have to wade through my husband’s paperwork to find a file he left and didn’t want to come get.” She rolled her eyes fondly before sticking out her hand. “Hi, Ginny Potter. Do you work here?”

“Ginny Potter? As in Quidditch coach Ginny Potter?” Haru asked, flustered, reaching out to shake her hand. He hadn’t noticed that it was outstretched right away, and hoped that he didn’t leave her hanging for an awkward amount of time. “Haru Saito. And yes, as an Obliviator. Let me know if I say anything terribly embarrassing so I can wipe it from your memory. I’m a big fan, so if there’s anything I can do to help you while you’re here, just let me know. Just don’t tell my boss.”

“I hate this place. I hate this place.” Ginny pressed the button for the elevator at the ministry and tapped her foot impatiently. “I really hate this place.”

“I’ve found that most of the people who don’t like it here are only here because they’re in trouble. That, or they’re lost.” Haru said, glancing over at the woman and hitting the button to his floor. “Unless you work here, of course. Then you’d probably have a valid reason.” He added with a shrug.

“I can’t wait for Halloween.” Phoebe grinned. “I’ve already started planning my costumes. Last year, I think I had like ten, but this year I wanna go all out. I think three or four costumes per weekend should do it.”

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m looking forward to it too, but that seems... Excessive? Besides, we all know that no matter what you’ve got on, it’ll have nothing on my ghost costume. I don’t mean to brag,” Haru said with a smirk. “But I even bought a new sheet and everything. Spent 10 whole sickles.”

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