RP: Percy and Harry Who: Percy Weasley, Harry Potter Where: Ministry of Magic When: January 7, morning Rating/Warnings: Summary: Percy and Harry meet.
The day was going to start earlier than he thought. He was already awake, but he had hoped to spend the next couple of hours catching up on that infernal review of cauldron trade regulations. But, of course, he would have no such luck. Shortly after waking up, he got an urgent message saying the Head Auror needed to meet with him first thing in the morning.
"This better be good, Harry," he mumbled as he gulped down a cup of tea while scanning the Prophet. He had managed years ago to weasel his way into getting an early copy. That was the nice thing about having political power - reporters wanted to know what you know and they were willing to break the rules to appease you. There wasn't anything of urgent importance, so whatever Potter wanted, it hadn't made it into the papers, which meant either his office was getting better with stopping leaks or there simply hadn't been time. He hoped it was the former, but was sure it was the latter (not that the two options were mutually exclusive).
Sighing -- not because it was early but because he didn't get done what he wanted to get done -- Percy handed the empty tea cup and paper to the house elf, before flooing to the Ministry.
"It's a nice morning, Mr. Weasley," his assistant greeted him.
"We're going to take care of that in a hurry, aren't we Mrs. Landingham?" He queried back with a smirk.
Percy set his satchel down and looked out the fake windows in his office. They showed the snowy streets of London this morning.
"I hate snow," he grumbled, sitting down and flipped through the latest memos making sure there was nothing needing his urgent attention and hoping there was a hint of what Harry wanted. Of course there wasn't.
"Come in," he responded habitually to the knock at the door before rising to greet the other wizard.