Harry Potter: "Personal Correspondence" (Percy Weasley, G)
Title: Personal Correspondence
Author: airspaniel
Characters: Percy Weasley
Rating: G
Word Count: 452
Notes: Hey, look guys! It's not Heroes! ^_~ I wrote this little drabble for my application for honour_bright and I liked it well enough to put it here with the rest of my writing I actually show people. ^_^ So... yeah. It's set in 2007, so well after the events of the books, but that doesn't really matter here.
Percy stretched his neck, wincing slightly at the stiffness as he stared at the scroll in front of him. He was finding it difficult to concentrate for some reason.
He had spent all day in a series of rather trying talks with the chairman of the Japanese Wizarding Trade Commission. The man did not seem to grasp the fact that not only was the integration of magical elements with Muggle technology highly inadvisable, it could also cause potentially grave complications for the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office (and the Ministry at large, in fact.) should the items fall into non-magical hands. Therefore, under no circumstances would the importing of enchanted communication devices into Great Britain be allowed.
Besides, who on earth would want someone to be able to find them and speak to them instantly, at any and all times, no matter where they were? That sounded like a terrible punishment.
He pushed his glasses up and rubbed his eyes. When was the last time he even had any kind of personal correspondence? Months maybe. He surveyed the scrupulously indexed stacks of scrolls that lined the walls of his room, spilling from his desk to the bookshelves and finally the floor; odd piles sporadically dotting the dark wood.
He found that bringing his work home with him often afforded him a new perspective on the issues at hand.
The file marked "Correspondence, Personal: 2007" sat empty by the side of his bed. It was just as well. With all of the new standard applications to review, and difficult foreign ministers to placate, he wouldn't even know how to begin to keep in touch with a friend.
Maybe it was the stress headache he was fighting, or maybe it was just exhaustion, but Percy found himself feeling strangely wistful. He flicked his wand absently, and a sheaf of notes, pictures, and scrolls flew across the room to land on the desk in front of him.
"Correspondence, Personal: 1992-1997 - Penny."
His hands lingered over the well-worn papers. It was very seldom that he longed for the past, but when he did it was always because of her. She had understood him in a way he didn't think possible, had accepted his faults, rejoiced in his successes…
Kissed him like fire, as if her life depended on it. His had, he was sure of it. And he had pushed her away.
But that was a long time ago, and there was no point in dwelling on it now. He sighed heavily, sending the file back, and once again studying the long, densely written scroll in front of him.
After all, the Lithuanian made Omnioculars weren't going to conform to British standards by themselves.
Author: airspaniel
Characters: Percy Weasley
Rating: G
Word Count: 452
Notes: Hey, look guys! It's not Heroes! ^_~ I wrote this little drabble for my application for honour_bright and I liked it well enough to put it here with the rest of my writing I actually show people. ^_^ So... yeah. It's set in 2007, so well after the events of the books, but that doesn't really matter here.
Percy stretched his neck, wincing slightly at the stiffness as he stared at the scroll in front of him. He was finding it difficult to concentrate for some reason.
He had spent all day in a series of rather trying talks with the chairman of the Japanese Wizarding Trade Commission. The man did not seem to grasp the fact that not only was the integration of magical elements with Muggle technology highly inadvisable, it could also cause potentially grave complications for the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office (and the Ministry at large, in fact.) should the items fall into non-magical hands. Therefore, under no circumstances would the importing of enchanted communication devices into Great Britain be allowed.
Besides, who on earth would want someone to be able to find them and speak to them instantly, at any and all times, no matter where they were? That sounded like a terrible punishment.
He pushed his glasses up and rubbed his eyes. When was the last time he even had any kind of personal correspondence? Months maybe. He surveyed the scrupulously indexed stacks of scrolls that lined the walls of his room, spilling from his desk to the bookshelves and finally the floor; odd piles sporadically dotting the dark wood.
He found that bringing his work home with him often afforded him a new perspective on the issues at hand.
The file marked "Correspondence, Personal: 2007" sat empty by the side of his bed. It was just as well. With all of the new standard applications to review, and difficult foreign ministers to placate, he wouldn't even know how to begin to keep in touch with a friend.
Maybe it was the stress headache he was fighting, or maybe it was just exhaustion, but Percy found himself feeling strangely wistful. He flicked his wand absently, and a sheaf of notes, pictures, and scrolls flew across the room to land on the desk in front of him.
"Correspondence, Personal: 1992-1997 - Penny."
His hands lingered over the well-worn papers. It was very seldom that he longed for the past, but when he did it was always because of her. She had understood him in a way he didn't think possible, had accepted his faults, rejoiced in his successes…
Kissed him like fire, as if her life depended on it. His had, he was sure of it. And he had pushed her away.
But that was a long time ago, and there was no point in dwelling on it now. He sighed heavily, sending the file back, and once again studying the long, densely written scroll in front of him.
After all, the Lithuanian made Omnioculars weren't going to conform to British standards by themselves.