Feline, Abyssinian: Write about a daredevil

Sewing 101: Ministry, flying, no one under 18

Word Count: 381

Just once, Amelia would like to have a nice, quiet day. In retrospect, perhaps being the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement might have been the wrong career for that dream. Still, she can't help but hope.

Unfortunately, Dawlish still works in her department, and he never fails to find a way to disrupt the peace. Today's antics, it seems, involve balancing precariously on a broomstick, dangerously close to falling. "One date, Milly?" he calls, lips twisting into a grin.

The others in the department seem to have mixed feelings. Some regard his daring behavior with amusement; Amelia is certain there's a handful within the department who take bets on what sort of crazy or dangerous stunt he's going to come up with next. Others look as exasperated as Amelia feels. Dawlish is too much of a daredevil, always taking needless risks just for a few laughs.

"Come on, Milly," he says, moving away from the center. The broomstick looks like it might tip over. "You know you want to."

"My office, Dawlish," Amelia says. "Now."

The humor fades from his expression. Dawlish lowers his broomstick, feet firmly on the ground. Almost reluctantly, he follows Amelia into her office. "Come on. It's just a laugh," he assures her.

"A laugh that could lead to a workplace injury," Amelia counters, her tone quiet and deadly. "It would have been absolutely hilarious when the Minister had to launch a full investigation into our department to see what sort of bloody circus I'm running."

"I just wanted you to notice me."

There's a sort of innocence in his tone that makes her grudgingly melt. Amelia sighs heavily, leaning against her desk. "I do notice you," she says. "Sort of hard not to when you pull all these ridiculous stunts, John."

"You called me John…"

Her lips quirk. "Shut up," she chuckles. "You don't have to do stupid things for me to notice you. Hell, you might have gotten that date a long time ago if you had just been yourself."

"Are you agreeing to a date?"

Amelia rolls her eyes and shakes her head. He really is hopeless. For such an amazing Auror, John has a horribly one-track mind. "Yes."

"And I'm forgiven for the broomstick incident?"

"Desk duty for a week."