|fabricatedemons (fabricatedemons) wrote,|
@ 2008-10-09 07:15:00
Gearing up my Percy muse
Title: Corruption Interruption
Word Count: 495
Summary: Things at the Ministry are starting to look funny.
"Excuse me, Minister, I--" Percy's voice faltered when he looked up from the scroll in his hand, his confusion registering visibly in the twist of his mouth. There were several more faces in the room than he'd expected, and they were all staring at him like he'd interrupted very important proceedings. He took a step backwards, feeling a blush creep up from the collar of his robes. "My apologies, sir. I didn't realize you were in a meeting."
That was odd occurrence in itself. As the Minister's assistant, Percy knew about all his meetings; even the top secret ones. Not only that, he was usually present during them, most often in a scribe capacity. He was, quite frankly, a little bothered that he hadn't been asked to join this particular meeting, and for two solid reasons. The first was entirely selfish; he simply felt that as the Minister's Assistant, it was his duty to be involved in Ministry meetings. Percy was an excellent scribe, and he gave thoughtful, pragmatic answers to questions on the rare occasion that he was asked his opinion. Why the Minister wouldn't want him around Mr Yaxley and Ms Umbridge was completely beyond him. The second reason, and perhaps, he acknowledged, the more important reason, was that he did not trust Yaxley or Umbridge further than he could spit.
And as a gentleman, Percy Weasley never spat.
"Shall I just..." he offered, gesturing to the door. He received two hard looks in return, and a rather indistinguishable one from Minister Scrimgeour. "Sorry," he said again, and shut the door, staring bemusedly at the polished wood for several seconds afterward. Something wasn't right. Perhaps it had to do with the funny work he'd been tasked with by Ms Umbridge. Finding the name of every Muggle-born attending Hogwarts didn't sit well, though she'd assured him, very sweetly, that the Ministry merely wanted to make sure the lines of contact with Muggle parents were kept open. She did not mention why the Governing Board of Hogwarts wasn't handling it.
For the briefest of moments, he wished he could talk to his father about it, but the thought was banished before he could give it any real consideration. He would not talk to his father. Mr Weasley was under the impression that the only reason Percy had advanced was because he was a Weasley. It was a wound to Percy's pride and just...illogical. If the Ministry promoted people for being Weasleys, his father would be a powerful man by now. Percy had to remind himself of that every so often, particularly when doubt began to niggle him. He was promoted because he was dependable and diligent. His job performance exceeded expectations, and that was what it was all about, wasn't it? That was what he knew.
And that, he thought, finally glancing down at his watch, was what he ought to be doing. The Minister wouldn't appreciate idle thoughts when there was work to be done.