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[courage_unseen]

Who: Percy and Open to Ministry peeps
What: Keeping up appearances
Where: Ministry Atrium
When: Monday, 15 December
Status: Incomplete
Percy strode down the center of the Atrium among the throng of Ministry employees as he had done so many times before, yet where once he had held such pride and honour in being in this place, now he only felt fear

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[augury_charlie]

Charlie exited one of the many floos, striding into the bustle of the Ministry, never quite fitting in with the well polished political types in his worn dragon hide robes, and scruffy appearance.

He wore a pair of thick padded headphones, wired up to a disk-man his father had fiddled with to run on magic, head bobbing absently, his own form of silent protest.

He spotted Percy by the lifts, nudging the headphones of his ears so that they rested round his neck, and giving his usual cheerful smile. "Fancy seeing you here."

[courage_unseen]

"Yes, imagine spotting the Senior Undersecretary in the Ministry Atrium, certtainly a rare sight indeed," Percy said, his voice sounding serious, but looking at Charlie so that his brother could see the slightest glint of humour in his eyes. He didn't feel very humourous, however.

"Has there been much dragon activity to speak of in your department?" he asked in order to make conversation. His eyes, however, remained aware of those around them in case anyone seemed overly interested in their conversation.

[augury_charlie]

Charlie discreetly rolled his eyes at Percy's seriousness, but seemed unperturbed.

"No more then is normally for the area. 'Couple calls every few weeks, the rest is dealing with private sanctuaries, and transport. Some rare breeds though, for the area at least...And you? How goes the...Senior Undersecretary...things?" he asked, coming up for a loss as to what the job entailed with a flush.

[courage_unseen]

"Quite busy, as ever, what with the new regulations and such."

What he didn't say was how the regulations sickened him. How Hestia was now on the run, how he'd hexed a letter to send to Penelope to warn her before they came for her. How he hoped every day for the final pieces for the plan to be put into action.

"And what do you think of the new... decorations in the Atrium?" he asked diplomatically.