quidditchdavies (quidditchdavies) wrote in marriagelaw, @ 2008-02-03 05:25:00 |
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Current mood: | happy |
Entry tags: | adrian pucey, complete, roger davies |
Prides Training Camp opens
Who: Roger Davies and Adrian Pucey
When: Feb. 3rd 1999 all day, 5 pm
Where: Portree Pitch, Ministry of Magic
Rating: PG
The pitch was only 5 miles from Roger's flat, so with a disillusionment charm, it was an easy warm up flight on his 1999 LevenBolt. This first day was almost exclusively paperwork and meetings. Being a senior team member now, he spent the morning rousting out the three absentees. One had honestly forgotten camp started today. One was still asleep. And one had a crisis in confidence and could not be persuaded to come.
Roger was not in a good mood when he returned to the meeting hall, having missed the free lunch.
Then, after sitting through hours of orientations on rules, regulations, team strategies, and expectations, Salix shoved a stack of papers at his chest and barked, "Get these to the Ministry! Before 5!"
"Huh? What?" Roger asked. It was ten minutes before. But Salix, the accountant was gone. And since that man was in charge of the pay packets, Roger decided to try and do what he'd said.
Grabbing up his broom, he apparated to the floo closest to the stadium, then flooed to the Ministry of Magic. He waggled the large stack of papers at the security witch, crying, "I have to get these to Headquarters by 5!"
"Oh! Roger Davies! Yes yes, on with you!" she said with a grin.
Roger beamed at her as he mounted his broom. He shot down the hall to the stair well, yelling "Alohamora!" at the stairwell door. The ceilings were high enough that he easily flew above the various Ministry workers and visitors, but memos kept hitting him in the face. Down the stairwell he flew, to Level 7 - Department of Magical Games and Sports, then down the long hall till he finally came to rest in front of the door for British and Irish Quidditch Headquarters.
He strode through the door at 4:59. "Here you are then!" he proclaimed happily, dumping the papers on the receptionist's desk.
"What's all this?" she sputtered.
"No idea," Roger said with a brilliant smile. He was exhilarated from the flight.
"Better be Pride's 1999 registration, budget, personnel, and health records along with the 1998 financials and annual report!" a stern voice called from an open door behind her.
"Yes, sir!" Roger called and watched the young woman take the papers back that way.
He disappeared before she could return or the grumpy voice could demand any explanation from him.
Knowing he no longer had the excuse of haste, Roger headed for the lift. He was hungry as a Hippogryff... and in London, he realized. Should he head for the Broom? Or the Leaky? Or somewhere else? He hadn't been to Kwitcher Bitchin Witches Kitchen in a long time.
The lift was crowded, packed with departing employees. After riding for 15 minutes, he got off wishing he'd used the stairs! He looked around for the stair case and realized he'd ended up on Level 2. Magical Law Enforcement. He wondered if Wildly-Exciting-Pucey was around.