#10: Body Language - Umbridge/Percy
Word Count: 333
[She sees you when you're sleeping, she knows when you're awake.]
Percy looked up from his paperwork as a knock sounded on the door to his office. "Come in," he called tiredly. As the door opened, he pushed his spectacles up onto his forehead and rubbed his strained eyes. When he looked over at the door, his vision was swimming, but a familiar lump of salmon pink robes was visible, along with the overpowering smell of flowery perfume.
"Miss Umbridge," he greeted politely as Dolores took a seat in front of his desk. "How can I help you?"
"I just thought I would pop in and greet the Senior Undersecretary today," Dolores simpered. "And, I need to request a private meeting with Cornelius."
Percy put down his quill and sighed. Even though Cornelius generally accepted meetings with Dolores at the drop of a hat, he had been quite insistent that no meetings were to occur today. "My apologies, Miss Umbridge," he replied. "But the Minister isn't taking any meetings today."
Dolores's smile faltered. "Call me Dolores, please." She paused, before standing up from her seat and wandering around the desk. She placed her hands on Percy's shoulders, and used her short, fat fingers to begin to massage him roughly. Percy stared straight ahead, unsure of how to react. "You're very tense today - Percy, is it?"
"Yes," Percy answered quietly.
"You should allow me to loosen you up a little," Dolores continued in her sickeningly sweet voice. The scent of her equally sickeningly sweet perfume was almost unbearable in Percy's nostrils, but he was beginning to find the shoulder massage quite pleasant. She was right - he had been rather tense.
She stopped her ministrations, and Percy turned around in his seat to look up at her. "W-what do you mean?"
Dolores smiled; a wide, toothy smile. "Oh, let me explain it to you," she paused and leaned over him, placing a hand on the arm of his desk chair. "With body language."