#rdpp01

“Padma?”

Roger doesn’t exactly remember wedging himself underneath his desk, a long night spent surveilling activities for the case currently papering his desk (an unfortunate hazard of the profession was that their subjects quite frequently only revealed themselves at night) had left him yawning through his morning. Perhaps he had fallen asleep without meaning to? Staring up at the intricate symbols carved with pen-knife precision into the underside of his desk he blinked, once, then twice and called again, “Padma? Do we still have that—”

Dennis always had a camera on him, but Dennis had been assigned to follow Draco around until he stopped scowling at everything that moved. 

Wriggling awkwardly towards freedom like a rained-out earthworm, he frowned. He was sure Padma had been in the office when .. well, she’d been here before. “Camera,” he huffed out as he managed to shuffle his head out from beneath the shadow to blink up into the dripping ceiling. It was freezing in here today. “Either someone’s been messing around with my desk or we’ve got a hitchhiker in here.”