A soft groan escaped Harry's lips as he pushed his glasses up onto his forehead to allow himself to rub his eyes for a couple of seconds. He had been awake for a solid 36 hours, 28 of which had been spent at work; Harry had just gotten back from the last 16 of those.<br/>"Terrible," he muttered as he finally removed his hands from his face. The sudden light made him frown, giving him a very fitting look of sleep deprivation and displeasure. "- and people just tend to be that much more awful after midnight."<br/>"It's just -" Harry heard himself say, and could already in that moment tell that it was a mistake to even start that conversation. However, he also heard himself keep going "- I get that I'm a literal<span style="font-style: italic">infant</span>compared to some of the mummies that haunt the Department but I don't under<span style="font-style: italic">stand</span>the point of hiring me if they're just going to discard literally every single thing I say or do -"