Mom knocking his room unpatiently.
Percy blinking his eyes heavily, and yawning big, streched his limb all over his bed.
Percy's hoping to have one or two more hours sleep as his head still rather spinning.
"Perce! Perce! Wake up hurry, Mrs. Taylor just floo messeged, She had send you an owl earlier and she told you to read the letter now!"
Percy staggerly open his door, reach the letter Mom hold. And jumped righly.
"What time now Mom?"
"Eight thirty, Perce..."
"Oh shoot, the portkey leave on nine! I have to meet Cha... ummm, i mean Mister Argullus now in errr, Rusia..." His fogging brain almost slipped their confidential information.
Then Percy darting to his cupboard and tossing the clothes which automatickly packed to his traveling bag. Changing his pajama with a white long sleeves shirt and his favourit blue trousers. He rushly opening his drawer and grabbing his international identity book, push it to his trouser pocket and running downstair.
Mom had been packing his breakfast, put it in the lunch bag and slip it in the travelling bag's outer pocket.
"Wash your face!"
Mom remind him, so Percy just grab the wet towel Mom throw him and wipe his slightly beer smelly face with it.
Dad had put a bottle of anti hangover potion beside his tea. He hold the Daily Prophet, and seems like want to say something, but as he see Percy in a hursy then he just waving his hand.
Percy hope they will not botherred to see their ADULT son come home reeking beer a little. May be Mom will yell, 'You are just eighteen, PERCE!' and he hope Dad will defend him, 'Yes Molly, he HAS BEEN eighteen.'
Percy gulped the potion and kiss Mom's cheek, and jumping to the floo while fixing his necktie on eight fifty. (Gratefully to escaped Mom's nags)
"Where have you been? Barty grumpy now... hurry... hurry... the portkey will ready in a minute." Mrs. Taylor has been waited in front of the Ministry floo with all the documents and explanation in a thick file. His entry permit from the Romanian Ministry had stamped and clipped in the file's cover. Percy not bother to check another paper under the first permit.
"Oh dear Ivy, its damned Sunday and I am a happy young man that had been celebrating a great hallowe'en and supposedly enjoying my hangover all day long in bed, and how it could be the Triwizard cup spitting FOUR champions?"
"Yes... yes... sure you are, its such a waste, a crime if i say, for a hot boy like you if not drunk your self in a great party. And yes, they had sent our man to investigate it to Hogward and its said all is legal and we could proceed the adjustments. Leave now!"
Mr. Brown from the Magical Transportation come running from the lift and hand him the portkey.
"I've scribe you all the detail there. Owl me when you got there..."
"Yes, Mam..."
And before he hear Mrs. Taylor's next words, the portkey had sucked him terribly and he falls rolling in Charlie's hut's front door.
"Oh fierry snotts! Are you ok, Perce?"
"I am not!"
Charlie hold his giggle and help Percy up.
"How it could be, Perce?"
"I dont know, i havent wake up yet when they send me here."
"Have you had your breakfast?"
"No. Mom packed it. Lets grob it. And may be you could bring me a cup of cofee."
"Gosh Perce! Wait here." Charlie throw Percy's bag and it flyed to his room while he preparing the cofee.
Percy spread wide the files Mrs. Taylor prepared.
"BLOODY FUCKING OLD MERLIN'S WRINKLY TESTICLE!"
"I'm sure that will blown Mom, especially because its come from our sweet baby's lips. Whats it is Perce?" Charlie hold his giggle seeing his younger brother flapping his hands as how he usually do when get panic attact.
"Its Harry! HARRY bloody Potter the fourth champion! AAARGGG! I think they've enought with their dangerous adventures! I think I will never have to deal with him again!"
"We will. I think our Ginny fallen hard to him."
"NOOO!"
Charlie lets his loud laugh out to see Percy throwing his arms and legs dramaticly. Charlie knows after he graduated and leave Percy as the oldest brother in school, Percy had to deal with Harry and Ron's dramatic adventures all the three years full.
They were had already troubled to choose three most savest eggs brooding dragons, now they have to choose another one.
Charlie show him a few brooding dragons and explain him their tempers.
And they heavy heartedly choose the Hungarian Horntail for the fourth dragon. Charlie assuring Percy that with all the dragon keepers arround, a few more than the other dragons, its relatively save to bring it.
Percy help Charlie to prepare the additional documents for the dragon's transportation, savety measurements, and ofcourse additional dragon keeper. They will set the delivery date earlier to ensure the savety and prevent any delay. Percy hand over Charlie a check list note so Charlie could finishing all the necessary documents and Charlie giggling hard. Percy and his famous check list! And now Charlie have a bite of it!
Percy owling Mrs. Taylor his report, and just have another ten minute to take the portkey which bring him to the next destination, Urgruff the Unwary's goldensmith.
Charlie throw him his thick dragonskin winter coat just in time before the portkey suck Percy again.
"It must be bloody cold there!"
Its located in Severo-Yeniseysk, Krasnoyarsk Krai, Rusia. And it is bloody frosting cold, he gratefully wear Charlie's coat atop his own unusefull thin coat.
Urgruff the Unwary moved his goldensmith from Britain after a dragon burnt his workshop a few decades earlier, and he hope they will more fire-resistant there.
Percy come to purchase one more golden egg for the second task's clues, which, has to be ready in the first task with the dragons.
Urgulla, Urgruff's successor almost hit Percy with his hammer, but Percy coaxing him, even bribe him with a Chinese Fireballs egg shell and everything.
"Three weeks! Three weeks you say to make another golden egg!"
He shouting his long curses in goobledegook that make Percy's ears seems suddenly full of waxes.
Goobledegook is one of language Percy understand but havent able to speak with, even in Prof. Flitwick's soft tone its still too difficult to immitate their voice's production, and the goblins will surely offended if Percy transfiguring his throat just to able producing the similar sound of their language. (Prof. Flitwick teach him and satisfiedly accept that his language just reach Percy's understanding and not into his pronounciation).
"URGTARD, BLAGVARG!" The gobblin jumping back on Percy's curse back.
"Indeed its so impossible, right?" Percy adding while the goblin still stunt amuzed.
Luckily, after Percy tried his best to follow Urgulla pronounced the easiest swear, finally the goblin agreed. (The freeze air that start frozen his nose help him sounded better goobledegook)
Urgulla is really happy to hear a wizzard swearing on his language and even better, understand all of the words mean. He's praising Percy as he is not hold that disgusting believe of wizzard supperiority as Percy show him, he willingly learn their language. He promise will mobilize all the goblin available in the mines to finished it on time.
Percy relievelly thanks him politely in English, then take the portkey back to the Ministry after help the goblin make a copy of the sound clue.
Mrs. Taylor's letting him munch his tripple portion lunch-dinner at 6.30 PM in his table. They usually never eat at their work table because its looks uncivil, said Barty. But who care of civilisation now that they only have less than three weeks to take care a dragon transportation in and back, flyed all accross the European sky.
They spend almost five months to take care the first three dragon's transportation in and back. Now they just have less than three weeks!
And the golden eggs! Each of it smithed at least two full months and now they have to finished one more egg in three weeks! Percy too will stomp anyone who order him like that with that goblin's hammer.
The Triwizard preparation commite running arround meet the Ministries all arround Europe to coaxing them to allow one more bloody brooding dragon flyed accross their sky. A lot of negotiation, diplomatic lunch/dinner, and any possible way to successing the process. The heaviest part of this duty is because what was happen in the last World Cup.
The only little amusement Percy got, is a brief saturday dinner with Penny. He's appologizing her over and over. Penny tease him, really having big fun didnt he? He's grinning wide.
He had missed HER so much to the point imagining her such's that way. Percy ask was the girl fine? She was seems rather drunk. Penny said she's with her friends too and they must take a good care of her. Percy slighly feel guilty and he hopes the girl is not on a current date or something or else they might will broke up thanks to him. He swear will never again take more than three glasses any kind of alcohol, even butterbeer.