"Fun" at The Ministry
Well, due to popular demand I am back (though not in black- too damn morbid). Today's story will feature that lovable rogue Percy once more. As it transpires, there is more to him than I first suspected…
Percy gave a long suffering sigh as he cautiously peered over the edge of his desk. A Belgian bun whizzed past his left ear.
"Really," he muttered, more to himself than any of his colleagues. "This is undoubtedly theworst idea Mr Fudge hasever had."
When Mr Crouch had left the office for a well deserved rest, Fudge had placed Ludo Bagman in charge of the department of International Wizarding Cooperation, to "liven the place up a bit".
Percy was not impressed. He had been trying, most unsuccessfully, for the past twenty three- no twenty four now- minutes to deliver the report he clutched in his hands to the top desk and it had been altogether much too complicated. What was normally a very straight forward operation had now been turned into something of a military operation and the neat, orderly office a battlefield.
"Best idea Fudge ever had!" cried an elderly wizard Percy had never even seen before. "Bagman in charge, suggesting food fights, I believe that this is the first time I've ever actually seen everybody present at work!"
"Hmm," Percy replied non-committally, a disapproving frown on his pale face. "I just wish it could be kept to outside of office hours."
Deciding he would just have to risk it, biscuit or not, Percy plucked up his courage and an empty intray from a nearby desk. Protecting the front of the report, he clamped it to his chest and made a break for it.
He skirted past tables and chairs, ducking to avoid a chocolate pastry and skidding slightly on a liquorice wand. He bravely fought his way forwards, his goal now in sight, and was just approaching the magnificent willow desk of Mr Crouch when a rock cake came pelting out of nowhere and caught him square on the chin.
Percy spun round, eyes blazing. He spotted the culprit almost instantly- young Morris from the Department of Mysteries (what washe doing here?) with an impish smile from beneath his ice blue hair. Before he had time to think, let alone run through a risk assessment in his head, Percy had seized a nearby handful of clotted cream toffees and hurled them back at him.
The rest of the day turned out to be quite unproductive really, and when Percy returned home to the Burrow that evening to Mrs Weasley's anxious fussing over what on earth he had been up to, he could only dazedly answer,
"…Fun at the Ministry, mum…"
before stumbling up the stairs for bed.
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