(918): We're starting "No Hesitation Fridays." The probability of this going horribly is between 100 to 125 percent.

"Probability Games"

The Auror Headquarters were bustling, with a number of new recruits shuffling through paper work that their old counterparts had refused to look at, and the Golden Trio were all sitting in Harry Potter's office cubicle, varying looks of excitement and reservation on their faces.

"We're starting 'No Hesitation Fridays.'"

Hermione looked doubtfully at her two oldest friends. She'd been working in the Department of Mysteries since they began their training, and now both were full Aurors while she was slowly climbing the ladder of success, having preferred not to take the elevated route offered to her as a War Heroine, but this was by far the most distressing thing she'd heard from their mouths since the Final Battle.

"The probability of this going horribly is between a hundred to a hundred and twenty five percent." Harry continued, not assuaging her fears at all. "But we're pretty sure nothing will be irreversible."

Zacharias Smith's head popped up several cubicles over on their left, adding philosophically, "And if it is, well, it's not like the Medi-Witches don't expect us in there on at least a bi-weekly basis. I know Healer MacIntyre likes to see me." He finished with a wink. His last remark was delivered a smart high-five by Wayne Hopkins, who occupied the mirroring cubicle, making both men laugh. Even Ron looked a little amused.

Hermione rubbed her temple.

"I'm not helping you in this." She warned them. "You can dig your own way out of these messes – you're all adults now."

"You sound so sure we'll get into them." Ron commented with a smile, running a hand through his red hair as he rested against the desk. Hermione merely raised a brow, arms akimbo in a stance that resembled, quite thoroughly, that of Mrs Weasley.

"Alright, so it's more than likely we will." Harry conceded with a grin, locking his hands behind his head as he leaned back in the swivel chair. "But it'll be a riot."

"I think I'll try to take Fridays off from now on." The brunette witch murmured by way of answering, looking between her two best friends, before then heading back to her own department with a shake of her head and a small prayer to Merlin.

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