RP: Centaurs and Other Creatures
Title: Centaurs and Other Creatures
Date: September 13th, 1998
Time of Day: 9:00am
Place: The Ministry/Spain
Status: Private
Summary: Charlie accompanies Patricia to Spain
Completion: Complete
"Patricia, I can only assume you're ready? The arrangements have been made."
Patricia looked up from her desk to see Coleman standing in her door frame. "I'm ready, sir, I was just finishing up some reports while I waited for whatever Auror was assigned to accompany me."
"Auror?" Coleman's dark eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Oh, no, no, no, Patricia, there was a change in plans. After discussing it with Gawain, we thought it best if you take Charlie Weasley, from the Department of Magical Creatures. He's--"
"Charles Weasley?" Patricia squeaked, unable to hide the dislike in her tone. "Sir, he's an absolute buffoon! He doesn't know the first thing about International Law--"
"Patricia," Coleman interrupted calmly, "he's fairly well respected and he knows his stuff. It might reflect badly upon our parts to send you out there with an Auror as if we don't trust them."
Well, we don't, or at least I don't, Patricia thought bitterly as she gathered her overnight bag and files off of her desk. "If I may, sir, I don't think Mr. Weasley is experienced enough with Ministry protocol to be assigned to such a sensitive case."
"I think he's just the man for the job. He comes from a fine stock you know, Arthur Weasley's boy. I'm entrusting you with this," Coleman continued, narrowing his eyes. "Don't give me any reason to doubt your dedication, Patricia. I believe you've come a long way since I've hired you and I certainly hope I'm not handing you too much responsibility."
"No, Mr. Coleman, I'll be just fine," she said quickly, not wanting Coleman to think she wasn't prepared to move forward in her career. If putting up with Charlie Weasley for a day or so was what she had to do, she would put up with the lout. Slipping her bags over her shoulder, she shook hands with Coleman who wished her luck, and walked down the hall to the lifts. She was suppose to meet her Auror, now Charlie Weasley, at the Portkey Department to travel to Spain. They would have an hour to kill before their supposed meeting with the centaurs. She wasn't looking forward to it. They had insisted on meeting within the confines of the wizarding forest where dozens of centaurs had fled during Voldemort's reign. Coleman agreed, deciding that showing their willingness to meet upon the centaurs own terms would be a plus. Patricia begged to differ.
Scowling, she got off the lift and stormed toward the Ministry Portkey Authorization Division, her frown deepening when she saw Charlie there, his own bags prepared. He turned and saw her, lifting a ginger eyebrow. She had no clue how he and Percy had been born from the same mother, that was for sure.
"Are we all set?" she asked formally, shifting her work bag on her shoulder.
Date: September 13th, 1998
Time of Day: 9:00am
Place: The Ministry/Spain
Status: Private
Summary: Charlie accompanies Patricia to Spain
Completion: Complete
"Patricia, I can only assume you're ready? The arrangements have been made."
Patricia looked up from her desk to see Coleman standing in her door frame. "I'm ready, sir, I was just finishing up some reports while I waited for whatever Auror was assigned to accompany me."
"Auror?" Coleman's dark eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Oh, no, no, no, Patricia, there was a change in plans. After discussing it with Gawain, we thought it best if you take Charlie Weasley, from the Department of Magical Creatures. He's--"
"Charles Weasley?" Patricia squeaked, unable to hide the dislike in her tone. "Sir, he's an absolute buffoon! He doesn't know the first thing about International Law--"
"Patricia," Coleman interrupted calmly, "he's fairly well respected and he knows his stuff. It might reflect badly upon our parts to send you out there with an Auror as if we don't trust them."
Well, we don't, or at least I don't, Patricia thought bitterly as she gathered her overnight bag and files off of her desk. "If I may, sir, I don't think Mr. Weasley is experienced enough with Ministry protocol to be assigned to such a sensitive case."
"I think he's just the man for the job. He comes from a fine stock you know, Arthur Weasley's boy. I'm entrusting you with this," Coleman continued, narrowing his eyes. "Don't give me any reason to doubt your dedication, Patricia. I believe you've come a long way since I've hired you and I certainly hope I'm not handing you too much responsibility."
"No, Mr. Coleman, I'll be just fine," she said quickly, not wanting Coleman to think she wasn't prepared to move forward in her career. If putting up with Charlie Weasley for a day or so was what she had to do, she would put up with the lout. Slipping her bags over her shoulder, she shook hands with Coleman who wished her luck, and walked down the hall to the lifts. She was suppose to meet her Auror, now Charlie Weasley, at the Portkey Department to travel to Spain. They would have an hour to kill before their supposed meeting with the centaurs. She wasn't looking forward to it. They had insisted on meeting within the confines of the wizarding forest where dozens of centaurs had fled during Voldemort's reign. Coleman agreed, deciding that showing their willingness to meet upon the centaurs own terms would be a plus. Patricia begged to differ.
Scowling, she got off the lift and stormed toward the Ministry Portkey Authorization Division, her frown deepening when she saw Charlie there, his own bags prepared. He turned and saw her, lifting a ginger eyebrow. She had no clue how he and Percy had been born from the same mother, that was for sure.
"Are we all set?" she asked formally, shifting her work bag on her shoulder.