moving_on_up (moving_on_up) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2010-11-14 18:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2025 11, character: percy weasley |
RP: Percy and the Other Minister
Who: Percy Weasley and Sara Taylor, Prime Minister of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland
When: 15 November 2025
Where: 10 Downing Street
Summary: Percy gets a little spanking.
“Yes, sir,” she nodded at the fireplace. “The Prime Minister of Muggles is expecting you.”
Percy tossed the floo powder into the fireplace and floo’d to 10 Downing Street. It's a shame his father wasn't alive. He would've loved this. As he stepped out of the fireplace, the wordless cleaning charm removed the soot from his robes.
“Madam Prime Minister,” Percy nodded, walking over to her with his hand extended in friendship. “My name is Percy Weasley, and I am the Minister for Magic.” He would never get tired of saying that.
Sara Taylor eyed him scornfully. Thankfully, this wasn’t the first time she met a wizard. “Please make this fast, Percy.” She wouldn’t do him the honor of using his title. She wasn’t about to play nice like her predecessors had, not after everyone and everything they had lost because of wizardingkind. No, this time she was going to give a piece of her mind.
Percy stared at her for only a moment before beginning. “First, I am legally obligated to introduce myself to you.” If she wanted to be an arse about this, then he could as well. Granted at the moment he needed more from her than she needed from him. “Second, I need to apprise you of a situation that occurred on June 18 at King’s Cross. What we suspect to be a malevolent curse was released that day, and we believe that it infected non-magical and magical folks alike.”
“And?” She asked with obvious agitation. What did this bloke want from her?
“I’m here to tell you that a potentially disastrous curse has likely spread throughout our respective populations and that’s all you can respond with?” Normally, Percy would’ve used more tact when talking with a head of state, but as she wasn’t the head of a wizarding state, he could relax the protocol somewhat. “You aren’t concerned for what this might mean for your people?”
“Don’t you dare accuse me of not being concerned about my people. I am deeply concerned. But listen to me. I know that you wouldn’t be telling me about this if your goons had any idea what this was or how to stop it. And I also know that you wouldn’t be here if this only affected my people and there wasn’t an issue of spreading to yours.”
Percy sighed. “I’m sorry you think that low of us; we’ve only endeavored to let you live in peace, free of our interference.”
“Are you mental?” She asked even-toned. “We lost a Prime Minister at his daughter’s wedding. Several high-ranking members of government. Hundreds of children, many of them not even 10 years of age. Not to say the terror we had to endure during the end of your civil war. And now that it's all over, there is no assistance to help us recover from what was your problems. You honestly expect me to stand here and be thankful to you.”
Percy could see this wasn’t going anywhere useful. “I understand you’re upset and rightfully so. If your government notices an unusual number of mysterious reports, please let me know. I assure you that it’s in your best interest.”
He made his way back to the fireplace and tossed the green powder in. He turned as she spoke again.
“Our best interest? Please. You can do magic and yet we’re the ones that suffer. You have the power to save so many lives, be it from disease outbreaks, attacks, or natural disasters. And yet you choose not to because they aren’t wizarding lives. I don’t know how you live with yourselves.”
“Goodbye, Prime Minister,” Percy stepped into the fireplace and vanished. He had to grant that she had a point.