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Percy Ignatius Weasley (youngestmformev) wrote in pandorarpg,
@ 2012-01-12 20:56:00

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!status: complete, ^date: november 11 2003, character: ernie macmillan, character: hermione granger, character: percy weasley

Who: Percy, Hermione, and Ernie
What: Smoothing along Hermione's transfer
Where: Percy's office, Ministry of Magic
When: November 11, 11:15 AM
Rating: PGish

Percy could respect taking one's work seriously. He could respect a person who appreciated the meaning of hard work, and would give his or her all to it. He could respect a person whose duty involved protecting the many magical persons in society from a grave threat.

That didn't mean he had to like said person being his bloody shadow all day long.

Not only did Percy not believe he needed any sort of 'babysitting', but he had work to do, work that was difficult when there was someone in his office who was always bloody well there. Percy tried to give Ernest Macmillan space to do his job, but bristled easily despite himself. Perhaps he was still emotional after yesterday's ordeal, but there were time he only just managed not to dump an ink pot over the bloke's head.

Thankfully, his musings of near-homicide were interrupted by his secretary's announcement of a visitor. He stood up as the door opened to admit Hermione, whom he had expected.

"Good morning, Hermione. I hope you are well," he said politely and diplomatically, his voice not letting on that he himself had been far from well for many days now.

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ernsthename
2012-01-13 05:24 am UTC (link)

Ern nodded back in response to Hermione's words. He wondered what would've been worse, continuing to remain assigned to supervise the case where he was sure he almost lost it, or to ask to be reassigned for the time being. He wasn't particularly fond of surveillance duties, but took them in stride, managing to word some of the paperwork on his desk done mentally and to figure out what will bed for lunch and supper every evening for the next two weeks. It had managed to take away from the feeling that hung in the air that just told Ern that he wasn't really really wanted right here, right now. He didn't bother to ask the Senior Undersecretary why he didn't care to be protected as it was pretty much his job to shut up and leave the man alone. And to survey the area both physically and magically about every half hour. It still wasn't a particularly stimulating day until Hermione dropped by at least. He tried his best to just not interfere with the quite personal nature of the conversation, but observed enough of it to know what was going on.

"With all due respect, Senior Undersecretary, your safety is of utmost importance--it would be an awful loss to the Ministry should something happen to you." These were his first words of his in the past couple of hours. While at work he couldn't shake the formality, even with Hermione present. "If you are concerned about potential side-effects affecting your work, perhaps it would be wise to take it over the weekend. I think the lack of sleep can be just as dangerous, if not worse than what may happen. Knowing Mr. Corner, he would at the very least be aware of ingredients that would be toxic in combination."

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youngestmformev
2012-01-13 03:27 pm UTC (link)

Was it better than having the nightmares? Perhaps it was, but how could he explain to Hermione how in many ways, he felt the nightmares were the penance he must pay for the past? A cold shiver ran down his spine as he remembered the dream he'd had that night, a remembrance of the lives extinguished because of him. No, he didn't deserve to have his nightmares taken away. This, however, could not be properly explained to his audience.

"That is an excellent idea," Percy complimented Macmillan's logic. I will keep it under advisement. If none of the other volunteers show ill side effect, I will attempt it this weekend." Or not, but they need not know that.

"I don't believe I've ever met this Mister Corner. I hope he and his work are worthy of the regard you both place in him."

Something tickled in the back of his mind as he thought of their names. Granger, Macmillan, Corner... There was a link between them, and that link was somewhere in his filing cabinet. Not in his own personal files, he would have known had that been the case, but in the files he'd 'inherited' from the previous Senior Undersecretaries. Perhaps those of... Dolores Umbridge, that was it. He would look them up later, if only to gain some insight on this individual who was brewing up potions.

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