WHO: Jamie Dodderidge and Malcolm Brown
WHAT: Playing with toys.
WHERE: Malcolm's flat, Sunday afternoon
RATING: PG
( He nearly broke it trying to throw it across the room in anger. Harper's head saved it though )

Amery raised his eyebrows. He couldn't believe he had to go out of his way, clear an already busy schedule and postpone a rare social event he wanted to go to in order to pick up a package from Fenrir Greyback. This was ridiculous. There were tens of other people whose duties would actually include this. But it was "easiest" for him, so he went. Honestly, the people he'd need to see about this would get a couple of snapped fingers if he had much say (or action) in the matter.

"What you don't seem to understand, Mr. Greyback, is that I am exceedingly busy, and it would really behoove you to hurry," Amery called after a retreating figure in a bored tone. He'd give it a few minutes before taking necessary action to really speed up the process.