Percy I. Weasley (pompous_percy) wrote in strugglewithin, @ 2008-11-07 18:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, august 1997, graylin savage, percy weasley |
RP: The Muggle-born Registration Commission
Date: 7 August 1997
Characters: Percy Weasley, Gray Savage other Ministry employees?
Location: The Ministry Cafeteria
Status: Public
Summary: Percy responds to the newest Commission in the Ministry.
Completion: Complete
Percy stared down at the parchment on his desk in disbelief. He'd read it four times since pulling it out of his inbox, and each time he got to the end it was a shock to his system. It confirmed that there would be more bureaucratic shuffling within the Ministry, but the newest Minister-approved Commission exceeded Percy's worst fears. It would indeed separate the Muggle-borns from the rest of wizarding society, but under the utterly ludicrous notion that they'd stolen their magic.
It was so preposterous it was actually astounding. Anyone with sense knew that you couldn't steal magic. If the feeling around the Ministry hadn't been so negative lately, he might have thought it was a joke (albeit a rather sick one).
According to the notice, the personal history form - the one he'd shared with Penny days earlier - was to be filled out by every Muggle-born registered by the Commission. He wasn't sure what happened to people who chose not to register, but he had a feeling Mr Yaxley and Ms Umbridge would make that clear in the upcoming week. He also knew that he had to talk with Penny.
He raked his fingers through his hair and scanned over the notice one last time before rolling it up and tucking it into the pocket of his robes. With a sigh, he pushed back his chair and got to his feet. It was time for lunch.
"Minister Thicknesse?" Percy knocked on the door and poked his head in at the Minister's grunt. "I'm going to lunch in the cafeteria. I should be back in an hour."
Percy never took hour lunches. In fact, he usually worked through lunch, but his nerves were wracked and he didn't think he could sit in his office one moment longer - not when he might be able to hear more about the Commission. The best place to do that was the cafeteria, so that was where he headed. Five minutes later, he was standing in the queue with an empty tray, straining his ears for any hint of conversation about the Umbridge's new Commission.