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Muggle/Politician/Barista!AU. Warning for Pansy being the world's most horrible boss ever, and a slight bit out of character. The word count is 1167 words. I hope you all enjoy Chance Encounters.


"You're late, Bones!" my boss called me as I raced through the cafe to the backroom. I quickly discarded and hung up my jacket as the dark-haired harpy who made my life miserable entered the room. "One more minute later and I would have told you not even bother."

"Pansy, I told you that I would be late today," I told her. Which was true. I had told a month ago that I had a dental cleaning scheduled and that I would be a little late today. I had made a huge show of putting it in the calendar on her desk to ensure that this wouldn't happen. "I even put it in the calendar and you know it."

I watched as she walked over to the calendar. I could see the malicious smile crawl across her face as she realized that I was telling the truth. Not that she would ever admit it.

"I don't see it down here," she said, shaking her head.

"But I'm sure I wrote it down," I said, walking around to the other side of the desk to check the calendar.

Sure enough, when I got a look at the calendar it looked like someone had erased the note that I put on today. I knew that Pansy had it in for me. Don't ask me why. But I didn't think she'd take it to the level of trying to sabotage my job security.

"Apparently you didn't," she said, shaking her head. "Don't let it happen again. You can go cover Brown's lunch break." She waved a dismissive hand towards the door.

I gritted my teeth as I pulled my apron over my head and walked towards the door. One of these days I would find something better than this coffee shop and I could tell her exactly what I thought of her. I shook my head and took a couple of deep breaths before tapping the bubbly girl in front of me.

"It's time for your lunch break, Lav," I said, indicating the boss who was watching us.

"Okay," she said, shaking her head. "Even though I just came back from my fifteen-minute. I guess I can go on lunch break now."

Lavender was a nice girl. She had the personality of a sorority girl mixed with a hyperactive cheerleader. The only reason Lavender actually endured this job was because of the good-looking guys that came into the cafe. She had it all planned out for herself. She'd work here. Find a good-looking rich guy and marry him. Then she wouldn't need this job anymore. But stuff like that didn't happen to girls like Lavender or me. It usually happened to the girls who looked like runway models.

"Excuse me," a rather husky voice in front of me called, "I really rather in a hurry. I was wondering if I could get some service."

I was about to tell him off for being a jerk when I actually caught sight of who was standing in front of me. I did a double-take of surprise and leaned across the counter.

"You're the youngest member of parliament in over a hundred years," I whispered, looking around to make sure that no one was looking our way or in hearing shot. "I thought you had people to get your coffee and whatnot for you."

"That's something I like to do for myself," the familiar-looking young man said, looking around like I just had. "It's just I ducked my security and I'm trying to get back before they come barging in is all."

"What can get for you, sir?" I asked, looking at him with a grin.

"Grande nonfat Mochaccino," he said, grinning, "and whatever drink you would like."

"We're not supposed to have drinks…"

"I'm sure your boss will understand."

I wasn't as sure as he was but I rang up the order for the drinks as he had requested. "Is there anything else that I can get for you today?" I asked, seeing Pansy's look of dawning awareness of who I was serving.

"No. That will be it."

"Can I have a name for the order?" I asked, watching his grey eyes dart around.

"Colin."

"I'll have your order up in a couple of minutes."

I could see Pansy yelling at Hannah to hurry up on the order. Poor Hannah. It wasn't her fault that Colin was a politician. It wasn't her fault either that he chose this cafe to come and order from. I just wished that Pansy could see that.

"You look rather unhappy," Colin said, pulling my attention away from my friend and her predicament.

"This isn't exactly the best job ever," I told him. "Made even worse by the killer harpy back there who owns the place. She treats most of her employees horribly. If I didn't need this job I would leave but I do."

"Are you looking for a job?"

"Whenever I'm not here."

He pulled something out of his pocket and handed it across the counter to me. I looked in shock as I realized that he'd just given me his card. It read in glinting black ink: Colin Creevy Junior Member of Parliament.

"Just call that number and tell them that Colin sent you," he said as Hannah walked over with his ordered coffee and my usual. "Tell them you would like to interview for a position on my staff and they should set it up."

"Thank you," I said, pocketing the number before Pansy could see it.

"Here's one for you too," he said, handing Hannah a card also.

There was a commotion near the door as a range of suited men tried to breach the door. It was sort of comical to see them all try and fit through the door together. Sort of like a Three Stooges episode in color. I tried to keep the smile off my face as they finally managed to enter the cafe.

"Sir, you can't run off like that," one of the men, a dark-haired bespectacled man, said, pulling a phone out. "The cat is back in the bag."

"Harry, you do know you can just say that you found me, right?" Colin asked, allowing himself to be led towards the door. I couldn't hear Harry's answer but the smile Colin sent me was something that would haunt my dreams for the next few days.

"Do you two morons know who that was?" Pansy asked, causing both Hannah and me to jump practically out of our skins.

"The youngest member of Parliament?"

"Not just that but the youngest member of Parliament to run for Prime Minister."

I couldn't be bothered to listen to the rest of what Pansy was saying. I had just been offered a job position on the staff of the potential next Prime Minister of the country. This was one of the biggest things that had ever happened to me since Ernie asked me to our high school prom. But…should I take it?


I hope you all enjoyed Chance Encounters as much as I enjoyed writing it.