RP: Misunderstandings

[bth_patricias]

Title: Misunderstandings
Date: 09/03/1998
Time of Day: 8:30pm
Characters: Patricia Stimpson, Charlie Weasley
Location: Diagon Alley
Status: Semi Public - DND
Brief Summary: Patricia hunts down Charlie for a task
Completion: Complete
Warnings: none

Comments

[bth_charliew]

After an eventful morning and his little meeting with Percy at the Leaky, Charlie had grabbed his broom and flown aimlessly for a while in an attempt to calm down a little. When it didn't work, he had retreated to his new headquarters - George's flat, where he was currently staying. There, he had spent the past hours brooding, cursing the Ministry, cursing Percy, and cursing just about everything on earth (except dragons, perhaps). George was not due to come back before another hour or so, and when Charlie had heard knocking, he had thought that it was either one of his siblings, or Verity, or perhaps some friend of George coming to visit. He had not expected it to be a rather angry-looking woman - especially one who looked like she was looking for him, not for his brother

[bth_patricias]

She quirked an eyebrow at his haughty demeanor and felt her fingers tighten on the files in her grasp. This had to be the right Weasley. She remembered George and Fred from school, Gryffindors who had made fun of her during her slight nervous breakdown when the Hufflepuffs and their House had taken their O.W.L.s. This man had the same build as them, but was covered in more freckles, scars and if she was looking properly, a burn running behind his ear. He was also rather rude. He had left work today without properly contacting her, ignoring his responsibilities and forcing her to travel out of her way

[bth_charliew]

Charlie was not sure how exactly he was able to resist the urge to slam the door in the woman's face. She apparently knew all her brothers - but William, but he had no clue who she was, and she hadn't even said what she wanted from him.

The mention of Percy, though, made him suspect that it was related to the Damn.Stupid.Ministry. And if it was so, he was not even going to try to be polite.

"And why the heck would I let you in? I don't know who you are, or what that business you mention is. You talked about my brothers, for all I know you could be a Weasley stalker." Which, he realized as he said it aloud, sounded both very unlikely and rather stupid. But who cared.

"This is not my flat, and my brother made it clear I was not allowed to bring girls here. Besides, my parents told me I shouldn't talk to strangers." And with this, he moved to close the door.

[bth_patricias]

A Weasley stalker?

Patricia gaped at him for a moment, wondering how on earth the Ministry could justify hiring someone so unpleasant. Anger surged within her, and Patricia shoved her foot between the door and the frame, stilting Charles's attempt to shut the door. She didn't care that it hurt, or that she could have broken her foot. She was not about to allow some rude, loathsome lout get in the way of her job.

"Believe me when I say I am not a stalker, nor am I the kind of girl your brother was probably talking about. And this was the address you provided to personnel. My name is Patricia Stimpson," she said, using her free hand to push open the door. Charles stared at her, appalled, but she didn't care. If he was going to be a brute, she wasn't going to go out of her way to be polite. "I work for the Department of International Magical Cooperation," Patricia continued importantly. "Amos Coleman handed me a task to give to you, and since you decided to completely ignore my request for a short meeting, I had to find you here. This

[bth_charliew]

Charlie didn't speak for a moment, too taken aback by everything that impossible woman had just said. Had that woman just ordered him to do her work?

"Is this some kind of joke?" It was the first thing he was able to say. "Because," he continued, opening with full force (and Charlie's physical strength was quite impressive) the door the woman was still struggling to open, "if it is, it's really, really not funny. I don't know what made you think I'd do your stupid work, but you should have tried another person entirely!"

He was angry beyond repair by now, his heavily freckled skin crimson red, and this vixen was not about to help him calm down. "You mentioned Percy. Is this his idea? Sending a chick?"