Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Notes: I just started college and an arduous commute. So I almost sympathize with Percy for not having time for breakfast and realizing ministry life sucks. I'm sure you all know who the girl is. 200 word drabble.
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Stale toast and runny marmalade, again. Percy had been spending all night filing away complaints and reports and he didn't wake up in time to go down the ministry cafeteria for a bite, he'd only had a moment to jam the toast in his mouth before he flooed.
Stale toast, floo-powder and marmalade.
What was anything worth if it wasn't a bit difficult? It was all worth it. In the long run.
Pausing while at the gilded fireplace was a bad idea, during his ponderings Percy was knocked aside, his sooty breakfast flew out of his mouth as he opened it in shock. For a moment it slid across the smooth floor, then trampled by commuters.
A thin young auror with her robes open, revealing knee-worn muggle jeans and a very ratty blue t-shirt that had a flashing 'x' over Celestina Warbeck, dusted herself off and waved at him, " Alright there Weatherby?" she asked, her lank brown hair punctuating the offhand apathy of her apology.
Before Percy got over the shirt and responded a series of people came through the fireplace and she was gone. He watch was now on, ' You're as good as sacked, you shuffling ponce.'