|snakeling (snakeling) wrote in snakelingsrecs,|
@ 2007-08-23 15:52:00
|Entry tags:||fandom:harry potter, pairing:hp:harry/percy, rating:r|
The Tao of Job, by Mad Maudlin
Poor Percy just can't resist bulldozer!Harry, even when he turns Percy's life upside down, though that might be the best thing that ever happened to him.
Harry has more than a few insecurities of his own, too, and their journey together is wonderfully written.
The whispering was getting annoying. If they had something to say to him, why not just say it? He felt like he was being followed around by a leaky balloon and, in his opinion, it was exceedingly unprofessional. Had they all spontaneously regressed to being students again?
"Thank you," he said sternly, "for coming to this meeting, in which we shall address yet again the problem of seriously underwritten reports concerning operations in the field. This has been a black mark on the entire Auror's division for some time.
"Did I say something funny?" he added, because Tonks had suddenly covered her mouth on black mark.
"Not at all," Harry assured him. "Carry on."
"As I was saying, since you are obviously unable to determine independently what constitutes an adequate report on your duties, I have taken the liberty of assembling some guidelines as to what field reports must, as a rule, include, as well as a model based on Mr. Potter's recent report on the incident with the vampires in Warwickshire."
It was an example because Percy had helped him write it, after being begged, whined at and threatened, and ultimately sat upon in the midst of his own living room. The word vampires seemed to set Miss Tonks off again. "Is there a problem?"
"None whatsoever," Harry said blithely.
"I'm sure," he said suspiciously. "In that case, I'd like you all to consult the first appendix of the handbook I have distributed, which includes a list of words I will no longer accept in formal reports, categorized by part of speech..."
He talked for an hour. His throat got dry. Tonks kept whispering to Shacklebolt, and only Harry looked attentive. After Williams had finished drawing a surprisingly detailed cartoon of a vomiting grindylow on the front of his handbook, Percy asked for questions.
"Yeah," Dawlish said with a leer. "Who gave you the hickey?"