An Organized Mess

Chapter 2

After everyone finished lunch, Harry helped clean the table against Mrs Weasley's wishes. When he rounded the table to where Amelia's untouched plate of food stood and he leaned down to pick it up, his foot kicked something under the table. With a frown, he placed the plate back down on the table and crouched down to look under it. And there it was, Amelia's grey cell phone. He reached over and plucked it from the floor. He looked at it for a moment, debating to flip it open. To see who had called but he thought the better of it. He was already tucking it into his pocket when a voice spoke.

"What are you doing?"

Harry jumped, bumping his head against the hardwood of the table. With a soft curse, he shuffled out from under the table and looked to Percy. "Dropped a fork." Harry shrugged and placed the plates and silverware in the sink, as it started to wash itself.

With the table empty, he passed by Percy and walked to the living room where Fred was playing with Teddy again. Fred and Teddy were nearly as inseparable as Harry and Teddy. Harry mused it was to keep his mind occupied outside of work. The healing progress was going slow, really slow. And if Fred needed the baby to keep his mind busy and away from the slow progress, Harry didn't mind. He was surprised to see that side of him, of him and George to be honest, but now he couldn't see it any other way. Harry sat down on the ground in front of the fireplace, feeling the warmth of the flames on his back. His finger subconsciously traced the outline of the cell phone in his pocket as his mind wandered back to the young woman. It was stupid really, since he didn't know her, but the moment she stepped into the kitchen all flustered and confused, it brought more colour and light in his life than he had for years.

Harry thought about handing the cell phone over to Arthur or even Percy, but he didn't. He was the one who wanted to give it back. So he had an excuse to look her up at the ministry and hand it over.

It was now Wednesday, three days later and he still hadn't seen a glimpse of her. He looked for her at the morning and evening commute. He looked for her in the lunchroom. He even went by Arthur's office with a lame excuse, but she wasn't in, neither of the two was.
So now he was walking the long hallway on his way back to training as he tossed the phone in the air and caught it with ease when she appeared at the end of the hallway. Her hair was tied up in the same way as last Sunday. She had an unorganized file of papers in one arm while she touched the arm of another wizard with the other as she laughed. Harry's stomach twisted into knots as he looked at the scene in front of him. Her laugh boomed through the hall as it bounced off the walls, and if it wasn't the second-best sound he had ever heard, he didn't know what was. The first one was little Teddy's laugh. The young wizard leaned forward and whispered in her ear, making her laugh once again before they waved goodbye and went their separate ways. She turned his way and Harry faltered. He was standing there still in the hall, watching her for at least a few minutes. It was too late to duck away, so he started to move forward and tried to act nonchalant. He would just walk past her and hope to catch her in a less creepy way.

Just when they crossed each other, a hand on his arm halted him to a stop. He looked sideways and saw her looking at him with a smile. "Harry, right? The musician?"

"The musician, yeah." He chuckled. "Although, I would advise you not to take me to a karaoke bar."

"Already inviting me to take you out?" Harry's chuckle fell away as his mouth dropped open like a fool. "I'm just messing with you." She laughed at his expression. "You work here too?"

"Trainee, alongside Ron." He managed to say without stumbling over his words. "Just had lunch." He glanced over his watch. "I should head back actually, before I'm too late. My boss will have my head."