Percy Weasley was very much comfortable working in his side of the department, thank you. Though back to square one in his ambition to achieve a glittering career in the Ministry, he showed no sign of defeat and poured all of his energy into his work, wasting no time at all in making efforts to finally see his toil paid off.

The International Magical Trading Standards Body was a hectic office, everyone knew that. It hustled and bustled maniacally and most of its employees frothed at the mouth just about every day, what with the overwhelming piles of paperwork and not to mention, owl dung.

Foreigners, honestly.

But Percy Weasley would have none of that, no. He strictly followed his work regime and exercised his ethics and practices nearly faultlessly. He was organized and well-kept, not a single delay in reports and drafts, and was always ahead of deadlines. It wouldn't hurt that he managed to snag a self-serving coffee mixer in their office, in addition to the tottering piles of work he had to sift through 8 hours a day. With infinite coffee at their arsenal thanks to him, the office was flourishing in a caffeine-fueled frenzy, and at the end of the day, no matter how hard the job was, they got work done.

He supposed that that little stroke of brilliance with the coffee mixer, to supplement his commendable services and contribution to the whole system, might have propelled any thoughts of his promotion inside his head's old fluff of a brain.

But boy, was he wrong there.


"Sir, perhaps I have misheard you?" asked Percy to his Head of Department, Mr. Bevans. He tried to maintain a cool, polite tone of voice yet he was quite up in tangles, to say the least, with what Mr. Bevans had just told him.

"Nonsense, Weasley. Don't think I ignore the marvelous work you've been putting through, my dear boy, but I simply have to evaluate you a bit more. I want to see greatly of your leadership and your management skills. As I have often told ambitious youngsters like yourself, working is not always about technicality and precision, and though both amount to a lot, it is heart that gets you through everything." said Bevans as he clapped a pudgy hand on Percy's shoulder. He was positively beaming.

"I greatly appreciate this task you're entrusting me with, sir. I assure you that I would see that this project smoothly and successfully comes into form, and that I would give it no less my full attention and care." said Percy solemnly, with his usual manic eagerness just about bubbling beneath the surface. And pompousness, of course.

Don't forget pompousness.

"Excellent! Well then I must be off, young Percy. I have to tackle those Greek imports by 4 in the afternoon, before they go off in night markets. I heard something about illegal potion tampering involving olives, goodness me…"

On that note, Bevans left Percy all by himself to contemplate his latest assignment. He finally let his guard down and frowned at the, well, for lack of a better term, the "eccentricity" of his task.

'So I have to arrange a rock concert for the Ministry fair? Completely out of my job description if you ask me! But I suppose this will reap in the reward. Do I finally, FINALLY sense a promotion, Percival?' thought Percy with a grin slowly breaking out of his not-so-long-ago doubtful face.

This was going to be easy.