"I'm afraid of fire." The figure muttered.

"What?" the girl asked, staring unbelievingly at the man in a firefighting suit that was way too skin tight, showing off his heavily distracting muscles.

"I said I'm afraid of-"

She lifted a hand and placed it in front of his face, effectively stopping him from talking any more than he had.

"I heard you the first time." Trembling with something which was either laughter from her childish side or anger from her rational and professional side, she blurted out, "Why did you want to become a firefighter in the first place then? How did you even get past the entrance exam? Aren't you the senior chief in this place?"

Face turning beet red, he raised a hand to rub the back of his head sheepishly.

"It's just- I've always really liked how firemen got to slide down the poles and I really wanted to do that for a job." He admitted.

Feeling a jab at her lungs, she knelt down on the floor and started laughing uncontrollably without a sound. To others, she realised later, it probably looked like she was having a fit.

Turning even redder at her current disposition he also stated, "The entrance exam was basically just aiming at and shooting spots that looked red or pink with a hose."

Catching her breath for a second, she joked breathlessly, "Which is something I bet you do quite often in your free time with your partner."

Realising what she meant slightly late, he frowned with his red face, which looked quite a lot like the tomato filter on snapchat.

"That's inappropriate and you know that," he chided. "there might be minors reading this."

"To hell with the minors, this fic is properly rated." She assured him with a heaving breath.

Trying to compose herself, she stood up and leant on the pole, which suddenly sent her into another spasm. A thought passed in her mind that if he'd wanted to be on poles for the rest of his life, he could've become a strip dancer or be gay.

Which sent her into another giggle fit.

Taking a deep breath that was supposed to calm her down, she noted that he hadn't answered her final question.

"How did you end up as the chief anyhow?"

"Well, my gay lover who is the Chief of Fire Prevention in the ministry got me this job, actually." He mentioned offhandedly before hearing what he actually said.

Susan Bones lost it by that point. She had to be set on a stretcher to be taken to St. Mungos after a full half an hour of nonstop laughing; while Charlie Weasley was going through quite the embarrassment telling the doctors what happened that caused her to be like this.