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Entry tags: | *complete, august 1997, gawain robards, npc, percy weasley |
RP: A Meeting with the New Minister
Date: 2 August 1997
Characters: Gawain Robards, Percy Weasley, Pius Thicknesse (NPC)
Location: Ministry of Magic
Status: Private
Summary: Gawain gets a summons.
Completion: Complete
Gawain held his hands in front of him, at a parade rest, they called it during training, as the lift took him up from Level Two to the first Level, where the Minister's offices were. He'd received a summons early that morning - seven o'clock, in fact - to present himself post haste to Minister Thicknesse. He'd been tempted to ball up the parchment and toss it into the fire, but he hadn't. Instead, he'd showered and dressed, trying to look more awake than he felt.
He hadn't slept much the night before. After leaving the Leaky Cauldron, he'd Apparated to Rufus' block. He'd approached the house cautiously, seeing that the lights in every room were on. He'd watched, using everything he'd picked up in Concealment and Disguise decades ago, as well as the tricks of the trade every Auror mastered within a year or two of joining up officially. So he'd seen the cadre of men - wizards, presumably - taking apart the Minister's well-ordered home; he'd seen them laughing and joking through the windows. Rufus would never allow that, especially as he saw them tossing books aside like they were nothing.
It had been all he could do to turn around and go home, retreating long enough to gives things a good, long think. Four pots of tea later hadn't enlightened him to anything in particular, except the fact that he needed to pop round the market to get more tea.
Logically, it wasn't looking good for Rufus, but a small part of him - the part that was ignoring everything his Auror senses were telling him - was hopeful that Rufus had decided to take an abrupt holiday to Majorca. He clung to that hope childishly, even as the majority of him was already beginning to grieve his lost mentor.
As he stepped off the lift, the oppressive silence settled around him, and he shook his head. It was almost palpable, and he wondered if anyone but him could sense it. Not that many were here, though he saw a few people pop their heads over the partitions to see who was getting off the lift. For a weekend, for a Sunday especially, there were many in the administrative offices.
He paused outside the outer door to the Minister's office, steeling himself. Pushing the door open, he saw the same man who'd been there the morning before. So much had changed in twenty-four hours, and yet ...
"I'm here to see Minister Thicknesse," Gawain told the boy - Weasley, he thought. Son of Arthur, if he remembered correctly.