Roxanne Weasley.

“Always the man with a plan,” she grinned, propping her feet up on the desk in front of her. “How much do we have to do?”

"It's why they keep me around," Roxanne smirked, leaning back in her chair as she shuffled through the papers in front of them. "Not too many, ten to fifteen."

“Oh dear god, what did he do?”

"I'd rather not go into detail and elaborate on who.” 

“Oh, please don’t touch that! If you leave a fingerprint in my picture, I’m gonna be in so much trouble”

"I was just admiring it from afar, have you ever considered purchasing something to protect the photos?”

“A hug though.. That’s what tempting me.”

"I don't hug, unless you're a dog or a crying child, if you really want a hug I suggest going to Freddie."

“Now you’re talking,” Lamia’s features grew into a smile and she snapped her fingers. “Hopefully they clear out soon enough.”

"If not, we can always find a way to make them clear out faster," Roxanne suggested, glancing out to see who was left.

“Sounds like a plan,” Zoey nodded, pressing the options as Roxy went along. “I’ll have the twenty nuggets and a McFlurry because why the fuck not,” she thought aloud as she added her order in.

"We both have jobs that involve a great deal of exercising, there's no reason we shouldn't indulge every now and again," Roxanne agreed.

“I’m still trying to come up with other benefits.”

“I can assure you the only one that’d benefit from anything would be me.” 

“Ah, fuck,” Lamia groaned and took a seat at the desk, shaking her head. “I hate paperwork. It’s so pointless.”

"That makes two of us, which is why I refuse to do it by myself. We can wait until more people go home, crack open a bottle of wine and steal a box of chocolates from the office next door.” 

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