Percy breezes into the office, setting his dragon-hide briefcase flat on his desk. "So what is the schedule for today?" he asks, turning to look at his secretary, only to have her insinuate herself between him and the desk, on top of his briefcase.
"Well," she practically purrs. His mouth goes dry. "Meeting with Umbridge at nine o'clock, press meeting at eleven, personal interview with Skeeter at oneā¦"
He groans. "What a horrid day."
"Oh yes, I forgot, sex with your secretary girlfriend at eight," she says naughtily, sliding off the desk onto his lap.
"Okay, maybe not so horrid."
