Their office was small, jammed with two old wooden desks but the difference between the occupants was evident in the contents of the room. Harry’s side was messy and cluttered; just like their home. It wasn’t dirty, Harry just never seemed to put anything back where it belonged. Everything was just abandoned wherever he had last used it. The paperwork he hated, was stacked around in messy piles, occasionally shifting from one location to another as his priorities changed; but always in a constant state of disarray. Little pieces of Harry added to the clutter of the room, with a couple of framed pictures and Quidditch mementos. 