(kinda short, sorry :c)

“Oi, dork.”

The door to your room is suddenly bust open as Mundungus's voice rang through the hallway. Of course he needed to bother you at this time of day. He seemed a little upset, though. Frustrated, that is. Frustrated and a tad bit anxious. Eh, who wasn't nowadays? Searching your pitch black room, he eventually finds your form, giving you an odd look,

“The hell you doin' in the dark, kid?”

He quickly flips on the light, blinding you temporarily. As you try to adjust to the light, he takes the non-existent invitation to sit on the end of your bed,

“Doesn't matter. Need ta ask ya somethin'.”

He turns to face you, not before giving an overdramatic sigh, thinking over his words. Yes, he was actually thinking before speaking. Give him an award. Though, when he does speak, his words still come out stupidly,

“So apparently some o' the Order member 'ave to go inta hiding. Wit' the Fidelius Charm. Big deal, I know. Anywho, I was one o' the lucky ones that got chosen fo' tha', buttttt.. I need a Keeper, y'know?”

Another sigh. Christ, he couldn't ask for anything directly, could be?

“So?”