RP: Small Concessions
Title: Small Concessions
Date: August 9, 1998
Time of Day: Noon-ish
Characters: Verity Thruston, Percy Weasley
Location: The Ministry of Magic
Status: Semi-Public/DND
Brief Summary: Verity runs into Percy at the Ministry
Completion: Incomplete
Warnings: None
As much as Verity loathed the Ministry, she had to admit the atmosphere had changed considerably since the last time she had been within it's walls. People were still harried, but they were optimistic. No one looked afraid of walking the wrong way, or looking others directly in the eyes. It seemed Kingsley Shacklebolt knew what he was doing and was proving to be a forceful leader. In a good way.
Her dad's office was still a mess as it had been before Shacklebolt took over. Even more stacks of parchment filled the corners of the room, and covered every visible inch of his desk. Old copies of the Daily Prophet could be seen sticking out from underneath his reports, and several brooms, some shining and new, and some chipped and splintered were leaning against the faded blue walls. Adley Thruston had never been a very organized man, but his disarray seemed to fit him just fine. All Verity knew was that her mum would have shrieked to the very corners of the Ministry had she seen the condition of her husband's office.
Her dad had thanked her for the roast beef sandwich, chips and tea she had brought from Clytemnestra's Cafe, mumbling absently about the horrid state of the Ministry cafeteria before she kissed his cheek and said goodbye. She thought he had acknowledged her leaving because he had grunted something incoherently before taking a large bite out of the sandwich while concentrating on the parchment underneath his elbow.
When she stepped off the lift onto the Atrium level, she adjusted her shoulder bag before her eyes fell upon the red hair and stiff back. Percy Weasley was walking briskly toward her, his concentration focused on the parchment he was reading in his left hand. He seemed to sense someone standing in his way because when he finally got close enough to her, he very subtly shifted to the left to go around her. Verity stepped in his way, quickly stepping back to her right when he tried to backtrack. He released an exasperated sigh and finally looked up from the parchment. She had no doubt he was getting ready to scold her for blocking his path but he paused when she saw the recognition in his eyes.
"Hey, Percy." She tapped the parchment clutched in his hand. "You should never read and walk at the same time. You kept blocking my way."
Date: August 9, 1998
Time of Day: Noon-ish
Characters: Verity Thruston, Percy Weasley
Location: The Ministry of Magic
Status: Semi-Public/DND
Brief Summary: Verity runs into Percy at the Ministry
Completion: Incomplete
Warnings: None
As much as Verity loathed the Ministry, she had to admit the atmosphere had changed considerably since the last time she had been within it's walls. People were still harried, but they were optimistic. No one looked afraid of walking the wrong way, or looking others directly in the eyes. It seemed Kingsley Shacklebolt knew what he was doing and was proving to be a forceful leader. In a good way.
Her dad's office was still a mess as it had been before Shacklebolt took over. Even more stacks of parchment filled the corners of the room, and covered every visible inch of his desk. Old copies of the Daily Prophet could be seen sticking out from underneath his reports, and several brooms, some shining and new, and some chipped and splintered were leaning against the faded blue walls. Adley Thruston had never been a very organized man, but his disarray seemed to fit him just fine. All Verity knew was that her mum would have shrieked to the very corners of the Ministry had she seen the condition of her husband's office.
Her dad had thanked her for the roast beef sandwich, chips and tea she had brought from Clytemnestra's Cafe, mumbling absently about the horrid state of the Ministry cafeteria before she kissed his cheek and said goodbye. She thought he had acknowledged her leaving because he had grunted something incoherently before taking a large bite out of the sandwich while concentrating on the parchment underneath his elbow.
When she stepped off the lift onto the Atrium level, she adjusted her shoulder bag before her eyes fell upon the red hair and stiff back. Percy Weasley was walking briskly toward her, his concentration focused on the parchment he was reading in his left hand. He seemed to sense someone standing in his way because when he finally got close enough to her, he very subtly shifted to the left to go around her. Verity stepped in his way, quickly stepping back to her right when he tried to backtrack. He released an exasperated sigh and finally looked up from the parchment. She had no doubt he was getting ready to scold her for blocking his path but he paused when she saw the recognition in his eyes.
"Hey, Percy." She tapped the parchment clutched in his hand. "You should never read and walk at the same time. You kept blocking my way."