A/N: Finally, a story for one of my favorite fandoms and characters. That's right, Harry Potter! And, more specifically, Percy Weasley! There's not enough love for Percy, in my personal opinion, so I decided to make this series of oneshots dedicated to all the mundane awesome that is the third-oldest Weasley child! This takes place all over the place: books-era, Epilogue-era, and somewhere in between. Each oneshot is based on a day in the life of Mr. Weasley, starting with Monday.
Just so you know, if you go on , you're likely to find this exact same story. I have copied it from there to here, just to expand your lovely reading choices for everyone's favorite ginger bureaucrat. My username there is Turtleducks, just so you know. Anyway, on with the show! And don't forget to review on your way out...
Monday.
He wasn't the type to dislike the first day of the work week. In fact, he quite relished it. Being able to get back to the Ministry after a weekend was a treat, really. His hands groped around the bedside table for his glasses, so he might see something besides the blurry grey wall in front of him. Once they were in their rightful place across the bridge of his nose, he was prepared to begin the day.
The walk down Diagon Alley from his flat above one of the shops was a bit of an annoyance, what with all the hustle and bustle as the other wizards and witches hurried to attend their own business. Of course, no business was as important as his own: the Minister for Magic's personal assistant. The thought of reaching his desk and being asked to file documents -- important documents! -- filled him with pride and helped him on his way to the office.
The day passed quickly, with only a few mishaps. Firstly, that silly girl from the Department of International Magical Office of Law who he sometimes said "hello" to continued to be an annoyance by attempting to flirt with him once more. She simply didn't understand that his work was of the utmost importance to Mr. Fudge, and that she was a roadblock.
Secondly, his glasses broke. Now, this wasn't a problem, of course: a quick utterance of reparo and they were good as new. It was the fact that his hornrims had broken once again. He dwelled on it for the rest of the day, before finally returning to his apartment.
His supper, as usual, was brief, bland, and utterly filling. After wiping away all crumbs from his table, he stood to go towards his cramped, sparse writing desk. Taking his seat, he began composing an urgent letter to one of his co-workers.
He loved these moments, when all that mattered was his work, even while he was at home. His quill scribbled and scratched away on the parchment, emblazoned with the Ministry Of Magic's symbol, with the subtitle, "From the Desk of Percy Weasley". After finishing the letter and stuffing it in an envelope, he glanced over at the clock: around 9 at night. He sighed, realizing he'd stayed up late once again, before striding into his bedroom to undress, change into his special monogrammed pajamas, and slide under the covers.
It took a while before he could finally close his eyes. First, he had to take mental inventory of everything he had done in the day: organized his filing cabinet again (this time by second letter of the writer's first name), scheduled Mr. Fudge's meetings and appointments for the next week, had a quiet lunch on his own, pointedly ignored his father, took a three minute lavatory break, returned home. A full day to be sure. Next, he needed to check and make sure he had his schedule for tomorrow ready, which consisted of the exact same things from Monday's list, except the filing system would instead be based on the color of the sender's eyes.
When he drifted off to sleep, Percy Weasley knew the next day would be just as exciting as ever.