@chosenwrong
When he had woken up that morning, he had already know that today was not his day. It had started raining that night, and the water had blown in through the window of his bedroom, leaving a small puddle on the floor. That was before he realized him and Emilia had overslept, which had made his whole morning just that much worse.
In the end, he had barely managed to get Emilia to school on time, but it had meant that he had been late to work. Arriving there, his inbox bulging with memos and requests and a Daily Prophet that was from last Friday. Groaning, he let himself fall down in the chair behind his desk, almost unwilling to start on the enormous pile of work that was in front of him.
Reaching for one of the folders that were sticking out of his inbox, he looked up and furrowed his brow as a blonde-haired man walked passed his cubicle. A blonde-haired man who looked incredibly familiar.
Getting up, he stepped out of the cubicle. “Draco Malfoy!” He called out, leaning against the side of the booth and crossed his arms. “What are you doing here?”