Percy's Diary, no that's too lame…
My Journal by Percy I. Weasley , entirely too pretentious….
The Free writing experiment….
Disclaimer - this world I play in is not mine…and I play fast and loose with JKR's cannon….the last three books are not especially adhered to as this is an AU.
A series of drabbles some super short….some not as short…just a bit of mindless fun with Percy.
Thanks Everyone for the reviews on the first drabble.
A Fool's Fate
My father called me a fool once upon a time. Said I couldn't see the forest surrounding me because I wanted to be the tallest tree.
I have hurt my family. Trying to be something I knew in my heart I was not.
My family doesn't shame me.
Not really.
At least no more than anyone's family does.
My fate was to be the Ministry's fool.
Under two ministers no less. By the time Thicknesse came into power I knew things were not as they should be at the Ministry.
Perhaps I should have taken up muggle accounting.
Even he is still welcome to the family gatherings.
I am currently jobless. But not yet homeless.
I don't want to move back to the Burrow. What healthy young man wants to move back in with his parents after having left home?
No young person wants to live under their parents roof even if they left home with his family's full blessing and no parental/sibling drama.
My body and brain hurt.
I want to keep my little flat but to do so I need a job.
A job. J-O-B. Employment.
The other day I literally ran into a one eyed muggle fighting a nest of vampires.
Now that's a statement one does not make everyday. It also seems like a bit of a non-sequitor…but it's not.
From the mounds of ash surrounding us I realized the muggle man had been defending himself quite ably until I knocked him over. After that I did what I could to help.
After as he stated " making the vamps go poof."
He offered me a job.
The Watchers council. I remember a bit about them being taught in my Muggle studies class. The watchers and slayers were more than squibs but less than wizards.
The one eyed man said the pay was horrible and erratic, death seemed to await every turn, and things were currently quite disorganized. It sounds so very much like the Ministry the last few months.
He also offered me place to live and said no one could find me unless I wanted to be found. He also warned that I needed to be able to let go of any masculine chutzpah and thoughts of women being weak if I wanted to work for his organization.
I mean really I grew up with Molly Weasley as my mother. She killed one of the most notorious Death Eaters in history.
How bad could it really be at the Watcher's Council Headquaters?