Author's Notes: I've always been a fan of the more unpopular characters
like Colin and Percy (though the latter is getting some well-deserved
attention) so I decided to write a fic about them. It's divided into seven
sections and tells the story form different characters points of view. I
hope you like it. Don't forget to review!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters but the reporters, Greg King, Jessica, and Jonathan Harrison.
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Monday Morning: Colin
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"Padma!" I heard Percy Weasley yell from his office.
"Honestly, I think he'd die if I wasn't around to help him with every little thing," Padma Patil told me, rolling her eyes and getting up to see what her boss needed.
I drained the last drops of coffee from the Styrofoam cup before tossing it into the garbage can and leaving Padma's desk. I had a few things to work on. As Press Secretary to the Minister of Magic, it was my job to make sure the press got their stories while we kept ourselves in the good light with the public. It was a great, yet stressful, job.
"You brief in eight minutes," my secretary said to me as she passed me in the hall.
"Is Carla in there?" I asked.
"Yeah," she called back over her shoulder.
"Shit," I muttered.
* * *
I gazed around the pressroom deciding whose question to answer.
"Bill," I called, finally choosing one while pointedly ignoring Carla's raised hand.
"Will the Minister be meeting the U.S. President and if so, when?" The reporter asked.
"Yes, the Minister will be meeting with the U.S. President of Magic, Jeffrey Riley. The meeting is scheduled to take place a week from Tuesday here in London."
"Colin-" Carla called out but I ignored her again and pointed to Harriet.
"Do the Minister and U.S. President Riley have a plan for dealing with the situation in China?" Harriet asked me, her quill ready to jot down my answer.
"As of yet, they do not have any set plan. That will be one of the topics they will be discussing when they meet."
"Colin! Over here!" Carla called waving her arm in the air.
"Any other questions?" I asked.
"Woohoo! I have one!" Carla cried, still waving her arm.
"Anyone?" I asked, practically pleading someone to raise a hand but the other reporters continued to sit quietly. I could see some of them biting back smiles at Carla's waving arm. 'All of you will die,' I thought bitterly when nobody raised a hand.
"Carla," I called, already dreading the question.
"Me?"
"Yes. You," I said politely.
"Okay. Um, hold on," Carla muttered, flipping through her notes. Harriet gave me a mischievous grin. I shot her the glare most people called the 'You will die now' glare. "Okay!" Carla called out happily. "I found it! Harrison will be meeting with Riley a week from Wednesday?"
"A week from Tuesday. And it's Minister Harrison and President Riley, please," I told her wearily.
"Okey dokey. And the First Lady is coming?"
"Yes."
"And what're they going to talk about?"
"Many things including a solution to the situation in China."
"China? No, not them."
"What, Carla?" I asked, getting very annoyed.
"I mean, what will the First Lady and Mrs. Harrison be doing? Will they be holding any meetings or anything?"
"As far as I know, they will not," I replied, snapping my binder closed and stepping away from the podium. "That will be all for now," I told the reporters as I left the pressroom.
I was flipping through my schedule when I heard someone calling me.
"Colin! Colin Creevey! Wait up!" Taking a deep breath to cool my rising frustration, I turned around. "I have one more question," Carla said, catching up to me.
"The briefing is over," I snapped. She ignored me and proceeded to ask her question,
"It's about the First Lady. Will she-"
"I already said the briefing is over! If it's so important, ask another Senior official or just wait until tomorrow's briefing!" I turned on my heel and quickly stormed off. That woman annoyed me to no end.
"Hold my calls," I told my secretary, Jessica, as I walked past her desk and into my office. "I'm going to take a nap."
* * * Well? Did you like it? Please review and tell me what you think!
Next Chapter: Padma
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters but the reporters, Greg King, Jessica, and Jonathan Harrison.
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Monday Morning: Colin
~*~
"Padma!" I heard Percy Weasley yell from his office.
"Honestly, I think he'd die if I wasn't around to help him with every little thing," Padma Patil told me, rolling her eyes and getting up to see what her boss needed.
I drained the last drops of coffee from the Styrofoam cup before tossing it into the garbage can and leaving Padma's desk. I had a few things to work on. As Press Secretary to the Minister of Magic, it was my job to make sure the press got their stories while we kept ourselves in the good light with the public. It was a great, yet stressful, job.
"You brief in eight minutes," my secretary said to me as she passed me in the hall.
"Is Carla in there?" I asked.
"Yeah," she called back over her shoulder.
"Shit," I muttered.
* * *
I gazed around the pressroom deciding whose question to answer.
"Bill," I called, finally choosing one while pointedly ignoring Carla's raised hand.
"Will the Minister be meeting the U.S. President and if so, when?" The reporter asked.
"Yes, the Minister will be meeting with the U.S. President of Magic, Jeffrey Riley. The meeting is scheduled to take place a week from Tuesday here in London."
"Colin-" Carla called out but I ignored her again and pointed to Harriet.
"Do the Minister and U.S. President Riley have a plan for dealing with the situation in China?" Harriet asked me, her quill ready to jot down my answer.
"As of yet, they do not have any set plan. That will be one of the topics they will be discussing when they meet."
"Colin! Over here!" Carla called waving her arm in the air.
"Any other questions?" I asked.
"Woohoo! I have one!" Carla cried, still waving her arm.
"Anyone?" I asked, practically pleading someone to raise a hand but the other reporters continued to sit quietly. I could see some of them biting back smiles at Carla's waving arm. 'All of you will die,' I thought bitterly when nobody raised a hand.
"Carla," I called, already dreading the question.
"Me?"
"Yes. You," I said politely.
"Okay. Um, hold on," Carla muttered, flipping through her notes. Harriet gave me a mischievous grin. I shot her the glare most people called the 'You will die now' glare. "Okay!" Carla called out happily. "I found it! Harrison will be meeting with Riley a week from Wednesday?"
"A week from Tuesday. And it's Minister Harrison and President Riley, please," I told her wearily.
"Okey dokey. And the First Lady is coming?"
"Yes."
"And what're they going to talk about?"
"Many things including a solution to the situation in China."
"China? No, not them."
"What, Carla?" I asked, getting very annoyed.
"I mean, what will the First Lady and Mrs. Harrison be doing? Will they be holding any meetings or anything?"
"As far as I know, they will not," I replied, snapping my binder closed and stepping away from the podium. "That will be all for now," I told the reporters as I left the pressroom.
I was flipping through my schedule when I heard someone calling me.
"Colin! Colin Creevey! Wait up!" Taking a deep breath to cool my rising frustration, I turned around. "I have one more question," Carla said, catching up to me.
"The briefing is over," I snapped. She ignored me and proceeded to ask her question,
"It's about the First Lady. Will she-"
"I already said the briefing is over! If it's so important, ask another Senior official or just wait until tomorrow's briefing!" I turned on my heel and quickly stormed off. That woman annoyed me to no end.
"Hold my calls," I told my secretary, Jessica, as I walked past her desk and into my office. "I'm going to take a nap."
* * * Well? Did you like it? Please review and tell me what you think!
Next Chapter: Padma
