[The video shows Harry at a desk in what's obviously his home. He's pouring over books and paperwork like he isn't less than an hour away from New Years eve (or, you know, on break.) A blond woman comes into view, behind Harry, and leans over his shoulders. She says something to him, but it's impossible to make out what she's saying. Harry mutters and shrugs her off.] In a minute, I'm in the middle of something. [She huffs and walks off. After a moment, he leans back and pinches the bridge of his nose.] Christ, this is gonna be the death of me. [He pulls a book towards him and sighs. The video cuts out.] Tags: harry ballard Current Mood: exhausted
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