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Anywhoo! I hope you people enjoy this. This is based on my first rough draft. Oh and I'm switching POV'S from 3rd to Percy's and My OC's. Okay enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own me. If I was J K Rowling I would know how the end of HP would be. So, since I am not and I have NO FUCKIN CLUE….I own nothing but my little OC.

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Chapter 2: First Impressions: Fire and Brimstones

It had started out as just another day at the office. Not much to do except paperwork, paperwork, hmmm and let's see….more paperwork. Not that I minded the work load. I mean, what do you except. I, Percy Weasley, am known for my love to get everything done and handed in two or three days in advance. That's why everyone in my department calls me a workaholic ass-kisser. But hey, it's not my fault for wanting to get ahead in life. Those idiots can sit there twiddling their thumbs getting no where in life. Not even my own family couldn't understand that I wanted more in life then to be poor and made fun off.

This what I always wanted. A right bloody dream come true getting this promotion. And all the people I called blood could do was to ruddy put me down. Like they always did. But they don't matter to me now. Or so I tell myself every bloody night and day.

While everyone else is off on holidays or 'sick' leave, I'm at the office, working my butt off trying to impress the Minister. But he doesn't even respect me. I'll never give up thought, and until he does, I'll just keep doing my job with rigid perfection. Meaning my life will be the Ministry. Eat, sleep, work. Everyday.

Every-single-day.

Though right now I find myself standing here by the Ministry fountain, looking for some bratty child, so I can once again prove to everyone how very capable I am. The Minister had just asked me if I saw anyone out of the ordinary and I was about to reply when a voice came from behind the fountain.

"Hello Minister, it's a pleasure meeting you. "

From what I could tell it, the voicewas polite, and not surprisingly, feminine. The body to match its owner soon came into view. Or, rather, the Minister's view. I was still behind him, and his great mass was blocking my vision. Surely I'm not short, about 6'0 feet, but that ridiculous lime bowler hat was in my line of sight. I really think more people would take him seriously without it. But what I think doesn't matter.

"Obviously, I am Kalima Grant, daughter of the Secretary Eli Grant."

"Yes, yes of course! Hello my dear Kalima!" Came the boisterous voice of my boss. "It is a great honor to have you here."

I moved to the right of the Minister to get a look at the girl. What I saw surprised me. I thought she would be a tad bit younger but she looked about my age. Her jet black hair was in a high ponytail, but still came to her mid-back.

Yet what shocked me the most was her attire. I had never seen such a tighter fitting robe in my entire life. The top of it was a skin tight half blazer clinging to her curvy body, billowing out mid waist and cut in the front to show of her stomach. Her pants hung low off her wide hips and surged like water with the slightest of movements.

But that wasn't what shocked me the most. A red jewel dangled from her navel and when she looked at me I could see a sparkle from one in her nose. And gold hoops that could have easily past as bracelets dangled from her ears. Not to mention half her arms were covered in gold bangles that jangled when she moved.

I resisted to raise a disapproving eyebrow at her… wild… appearance and introduced myself. "Percival Weasley, junior assistant to the Minister." I said puffing my chest out with dignity. When I held out my hand she took it in her own soft hand and with a firm grip shook it.

A shadow seemed to darken her cinnamon face for a moment before she gave another bright smile. "Hello, um…what was it again?"

"Percival, or, if it's easier, Percy." I replied with a hint of annoyance.

Inwardly I was rolling my eyes. How dense could this girl be not to be able to get a simple name right?

She let go of my hand stiffly, the smile faltering a little.

"Well, Percy is much easier to say," She mutter the rest under her breath but I could hear it, "though not at all better sounding."

I stared at her indignantly, but before I had a chance to reply, the Minister laughed and patted me on the back.

"Well now that you two are…acquainted…I have...um… pressing matters to attend to. Now, Percy will be your guide for the rest of your stay here," He kept smiling but the look in his eyes was threatening. "So he'll take care of you."

Kalima laughed as though the thought of me being anyone's guide was preposterous. "Surely, Minister, I can manage on my own. Besides, I'm sure Percival has more important matters to attain to seeing as he is your junior assistant. I wouldn't want him to be missed." She gave me a withering look.

Please Gods favor me and let him humor her. I already could see I didn't like the little wench and if I had to spend more time with her I would most likely go insane. As I pleaded internally, the Minister decided my fate.

"Oh no, I know very well you can manage on your own, my dear."

I could hear the 'but' coming. I held my breath as he finished.

"But," As he talked I wanted to yell out in fury. "I believe Percy would be a helpful guide and besides, he would love to show you around. Wouldn't he?"

I nodded, trying not to frown. "Of course sir, it would be delightful." I restrained myself from saying it sarcastically. I luckily came off as sincere to him, because the next thing I knew I was all alone with her.

"Have fun you two." He called to us as he walked away.

Kalima was looking at me with almost disgust. I returned the look with one of my own. I knew someone would have to act as the voice of reason, most likely me.

"Listen, I know that we both don't want to be here with each other. I'd rather be doing more important official work than babysitting you, but the Minister needed for me to divert my time for you. And seeing how I am his junior assistant, he entrusted me with this job. So I'll have to put up with you and you'll just have to get along with me and make my life easier."

There, I laid down the rules. Now if she could just not say anything and follow them it would be perfect.

But of course, life isn't perfect. Kalima just raised a neatly arched eyebrow with 'you can't be serious' written all over her copper toned face.

"No, you listen up, buddy. I take no orders, especially from pompous Britishjerks like you. It is completely obvious that dear Minister Fudge," she spat out his name as though it was a curse, "didn't want to be bothered with me, so he threw me on one of his lackeys. But that is fine with me because I have my own plans and I don't care about your precious job. So you can do whatever I want with me, or you can say 'bye bye' to your little 'junior assistant' job."

"I would ask you to show a little more respect for such an esteemed authority figure such as the Minister and not behave so childishly as to threaten me." I answered her back swiftly and with authority.

She made a little sound in her throat as if choking on her laughter and glared at me.

We glared at each other for what seemed like minutes until I, regretfully, caved in seeing the only way to resolve the tension was to compromise.

"Fine," I crossed my arms over my chest. "We will just settle this like mature adults, and since I know London better than you do seeing as I live here, we will do what you wish some days and what I planned on others." I said arrogantly, still looking directly into her cold almond shaped eyes. "Is that a deal?"

She kept her eyes locked on mine, but I could see her working it out in her head. "Fine." Kalima said unhappily after a short pause. "What did you plan for today?"

I smirked, loving the fact that I was correct. "Well I thought it would be proper to take you to Diagon Alley now." I didn't give her any other choice and knew by the way she put her hands firmly on her hips this was not going to go easily.

As I prepared again for another round, she huffed, "We can't go there yet, I am exhausted and hungry from traveling and not in the least bit in the mood for shopping."

I must have had a puzzled expression on my face when she said 'shopping' because she answered my look exasperatedly, "I know what Diagon Alley is, and when we go there I plan on purchasing items, so not today."

I saw no point in arguing with her anymore. All I can do is hope that she isn't always this bloody difficult, I thought with an inward sigh.

"Fine then," My patience was wearing thin. "Where to then?"

Kalima's face lit up and she flashed an innocent smile. "I thought you'd never ask."

Nonsense, you little wench, you were planning this all along, I was itched to say. But before Kalima had answered me, she began to walk to the exit.

"Come on, Percival, the driver is waiting." She said with an air of superiority that grated on my nerves. Who did she think she was? And the way she said my name made shivers of anger roll down my spine.

As I watched her retreating form all I could think of was fire and brimstone. But all I could do and called up to the driver's s was follow her, fuming and rubbing my temples.

This was going to be the longest day ever.

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Kalima's POV

I could tell right away he was an arrogant prick from the minute I laid eyes on him. I had been watching both him and the Minister from across the hall behind the fountain. Which, by the way, I hated. It was too ornate, and the fake, adoring way the centaur, goblin, and house looked up at the wizard was sickening.

Percy held his flaming red head up in such a conceited manner I thought he was narcissism itself. And the way his emerald eyes looked down his nose in that superior way made me want to walked up to him and knock him off his prissy petal stool. I knew it wasn't really his looks, but his job that made him so haughty. Though I admit, grudgingly, the looks were close second.

And when he introduced himself as 'junior assistant' I knew I was right. He was the youngest person to serve under the minister and he was so pleased with himself he wanted the world to bow down to him.

Disgusting behavior, but who could blame him? I know I can act a little over confident because I'm the Secretary's daughter.

Okay, maybe a little bit more than over confident, but I confess to being only human.

Well, after two arguments and a glaring match, I finally got my way and both of us were heading to the parked black limo on the corner. Percy was fuming behind me because I was calling the shots now. Gods, and to think if I was some little kid he would have probably take me to the park every day and said we did something fascinating in front of his boss and bribe me with candy. Not that I wouldn't do the same. I like kids, but why make it harder on you, especially if the brat is the next step to getting another promotion.

Twisted yes, but it's the truth.

We got to the limo, and I waited by the door to see if Percy would open it for me. At first he just looked at me, tapping his foot impatiently. But then, realizing what I was waiting for, gave me his now trademark self-important look and said, "Well, little miss independence, aren't you old enough to open your own doors? Surely you don't need my help now?"

"Hmp. Some gentleman you are." I opened the door and slid over to the far side. He got in after me and closed the door.

"So what is it that you wish to do?"

I just smirked and called up to the driver's seat. "Driver, please take up to Buckingham Palace. I wish to see the Queen."

He glared and unbuttoned his wizard robe, and underneath it was a brown suit with a mustard yellow tie. How…interesting… but oh so fitting.

I choked back a laugh and with a flick of my wrist my robe was replaced by a black shirt with the words 'Queen' on the front and a jean jacket. I prefer wearing black stilettos because of my short height of only 5'6. But because of Percy's height, the heels made sure he couldn't look down at me even if he tried.

I glanced over to Percy as we drove in silence. He wore a strained expression as though trying not to think of something painful.

"Why do you wish to do Muggle sightseeing anyway? And why must you use this limo? We could have been there already if we had just Apparated." He said with obvious distaste. I could tell he thought this whole thing was a huge nuisance, but his opinion meant little to me.

I glared back at him. "To answer the second question first, Aparating everywhere takes a lot of magic, which I am too tired to do, and a sense of where you're going is kinda required. Which I don't have, as you so thoughtfully pointed out earlier."

"And the first, well," I glanced out the window, watching the people hustle to and fro, "partly because I happen to like and respect Muggles and their world. And because Muggles are just like us in many ways." I said matter-of-factly.

He raised an eyebrow at me. "And what exactly lead you to believe that nonsense? Muggles are completely different from wizards in every way possible."

"Hmp." I glared at him, recklessly jumping to conclusions. "Just like a pureblood, always looking down on Muggles and Muggle born. You all are fire and brimstone, condemning Muggles to ignorance and Muggle born to impurity, but knowing nothing about either one."

I didn't care if I had wrongly accused him of also hating Muggle borns. And didn't care if he was offended in the slightest. I watched as he opened his mouth crossly, but just as he was about to reply, the driver called to us.

"Here we are Ma'am and Sir. Buckingham Palace."

I didn't give Percy time to recover and got out quickly, looking intensely at the Palace.

I took notice that I had begun to shake slightlywith rage. I knew I was being very assuming but, I knew his type. First impressions always are the most lasting.

Always.

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And with that lasting note, I end chapter 2.

Kismet da muse: -cheers- WE'RE ON A ROLL!

Eli da otra muse: -sighs- Finally…praise the Deities…

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Percy: 0 0 –reads the chapter- Do I really act like that?

Lady KK: Um…well will just havta find out by the READERS WHO WILL REVIEW. –glares menacing- WON'T THEY?

Kis: -shakes her head- Not if you keep intimidating them they won't.

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Oh and I finished the 6th book…..I, well…I have a feeling he'll be back in some way, shape, or form.

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