Author's Note:
This is a story I wrote a few years ago, when my writing skills and vocabulary weren't quite up to the standard they are now. I'm just using it to test out my account. However, that certainly doesn't mean it's not worth reading, and if there's enough interest I'll post the next segment. Thanks.
Percy crawled under his desk. He was looking for a file. He didn't really like to summon the files with magic, because if you weren't specific enough you would be covered in a mountain of papers.
Something thumped down on the top of his desk. Seconds later there was another thump as Percy hit his head as he tried to surface. He recovered and emerged from under the desk.
"Goodbye Percy. I've always liked you, even if you do know how to make a mess." It was Anne, the office cleaner. The thump had been a tin of biscuits she had smacked down onto Percy's desk.
"Goodbye?" asked Percy. "Is it that time already?" He looked around for a clock, wondering where the hours had gone if it was already time to head home.
The elderly lady chuckled. "Oh Percy, always with your head in the clouds. I will miss you."
"You'll miss me? Are you going somewhere? Am I going somewhere?"
"I'm retiring Percy. You signed the card."
Usually Percy tried to read things before he signed them, but on hectic days he would pretty much sign anything that came across his desk. He hoped no one had caught on to that yet.
"Oh. I'll miss you too then Anne." Percy offered a hand. Anne squeezed it. She left and Percy sat down, wondering vaguely who would clean his office from now on.