Percy Weasley

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[p-weasley]

[ms-ginnyweasley-blog1]

  "You could have just said ‘not really’ and be done with it" Ginny said, rolling her eyes, though there was a small smile playing on her lips. This was Percy as she knew and loved him. He could make everything she was even remotely interested in sound utterly boring. "Hey, can you get a secretary?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"And yet here I am, ordering for you and making you feel like less of a man" Ginny said with a grin, waving someone over to place their order.  "Oh hey. I’m sort of in the process of changing my mind about the whole…not getting my own place thing" she said after someone had taken their order and had left again. "Ron is being a three-year old about the whole thing".

[p-weasley]

"My position wasn't designed with a secretary in mind but with the amount of work I do if I wished to take on more jobs a secretary would be a necessity."  It was something he'd thought of before but he was satisfied with the amount of work he'd been doing lately and from what he'd seen, good secretaries were hard to come by.  

"I am not concerned about being emasculated by my sister."  Percy told her as he shook his head slightly.  "I would like to see anyone complain about you emasculating them to your face."  He told her with a fond smile.

He nodded once as he took a sip of his drink.  Of course Ron would protest.  Every Weasley would... or would at least make sure she knew what she was getting into.  "Give him time to get used to the idea and until then find some place of your own." 

[p-weasley]

[p-weasley]

"They technically are but none of them will ever get one because it requires the paperwork to request funding for one and then interviews for potential secretaries." Percy said with a grin. It was one of the more clever rules that the ministry had for the aurors. He’d looked over...

[p-weasley]

"Well those who are being trained can't and usually the correct forms only find their way to desks of people with extenuating circumstances or great need for someone to help with work load.  This typically falls to those who have been with the department for a significant number of years."  Percy rattled off.  There was no rule to say people couldn't get a secretary but the older aurors tended to roll their eyes if someone young got cocky enough to hire someone. 

"I am capable of feeding myself."  Percy said as he rolled his eyes, his small smile giving away his amusement.  "That would be acceptable."  He told Ginny with a dismissive shrug is hand waving in a lazy circle as if dismissing the idea contrary to his words. 

[p-weasley]

Paperwork and Pubs

[ms-ginnyweasley-blog1]

  "They’re not allowed secretaries, are they?" Ginny asked, raising an eyebrow.  "And if they are, please don’t actually /tell/ any of them" she continued, laughing. "Can you imagine how full of themselves they’d get if they’d get secretaries?" She said, shaking her head."But honestly Perce, no one becomes an Auror for the bloody paperwork". "No it’s fine, I can get it" Ginny replied when Percy offered to get her a drink. Getting up from her seat, she quickly made her way to the bar to order a Butterbeer. Eying the menu while she waited for her drink, Ginny brought it back to the table with her along with the Butterbeer. If she could choose between an awkwardly silent dinner with Ron, or one with Percy here in the Leaky Cauldron, the choice was easy. Besides, Ron wouldn’t expect her home for at least another hour. "Do you want to grab some dinner here?" she asked as she slid back into her seat, taking a long drink of her Butterbeer.

[p-weasley]

"They technically are but none of them will ever get one because it requires the paperwork to request funding for one and then interviews for potential secretaries."  Percy said with a grin.  It was one of the more clever rules that the ministry had for the aurors.  He'd looked over the process for acquiring a secretary and it was set up to be a trying yet not impossible process.  "A lot of the aurors end up filling out the required forms when trying to start a family or personal lives start falling apart."  

Percy thought it over for a second before nodding.  He had plenty of time to do paperwork after dinner and plus, family first.  "Fine with me but you're going to have to explain to my boss why I was distracted from my work."  He said with a haughty tone, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth.  "Especially when I tried so hard to find a quiet spot to focus."

[p-weasley]

Paperwork and Pubs

[ms-ginnyweasley-blog1]

  Ginny’s training had ended early that day, and there were still a couple of hours of daylight before the curfew forced her home. Harry and Hermione were at work and Ron was watching Teddy, so she wasn’t exactly in a rush to hurry back to Grimmauld place.  Instead, she decided drop by the Leaky Cauldron to see if Luna might be hanging around there, doing some writing for the Quibbler like she often did.  When she stepped into the pub though, her blonde-haired friend was nowhere to be seen. The tense atmosphere wasn’t exactly inviting her to stay and have a drink by herself, so she was about to turn around and step out of the door when she spotted a flash of red hair at one of the tables in the corner. Standing on her tiptoes, Ginny attempted to peer over the heads of the pub patrons, but it wasn’t until someone moved out of her field of vision that she saw Percy sitting there.

She didn’t see him as often as she’d like, so she quickly weaved her way through the tables and people until she had reached his table, sliding into the seat opposite of him. “I must say I like your new office a lot more than your previous one” Ginny said with a smile.

[p-weasley]

"It's certainly bigger but the noise level has increased exponentially which I didn't think possible with all of the aurors that decide I'm the one to complain to about the 'boring' part of their job."  Percy said as he signed the bottom of the form with a flourish.  He looked up with a small smile as his sister sat down across from him.  "I keep telling them to hire secretaries if they're just in it for the excitement."  

Percy took a sip of his drink before looking across at Ginny feeling slightly rude since she didn't have one yet.  "You want something?  I can go grab you a butterbeer if you want."  He offered as he began clearing away some of his papers so no one would sneak a peek at what the ministry was up to. It wasn't really classified but with everything that has been happening people got paranoid and with paranoia came over analyzing even the smallest line in paperwork.  He didn't want to deal with that after work hours.  

[p-weasley]

Paperwork and Pubs

It took copious amounts of paperwork to frustrate Percy Weasley.  He'd practically wrote volumes of the stuff in the years he worked at the ministry.  The forms that most people complained about were sheets that while tedious he could do while fully engaged in conversations with others.  He could fill out each form with muscle memory alone only having to glance down to make sure his handwriting remained in a straight line but lately that hadn't been the case.  

Percy could see the work of some clever ministry employee somewhere in the wizgamont holding onto him as tightly as they could with varying forms on the recent attacks coming at him in stacks.  It was both amusing and frustrating to him how much they were working to keep their hold on him.  There was even a time overloading him with work would have been effective but not anymore.  Family, friends, real human connection is what mattered to him now and he intended to keep it that way.  

After work he packed up his brief case intentionally leaving a rather large stack of paperwork that still needed to be filled out.  He could do a bit at home but he wasn't going to live for work.  

He entered the leaky cauldron and attempted to relax slightly.  The atmosphere was tense and reminiscent of the time before the war.  He sighed and grabbed one of the free tables to get a bit of work done, usually someone would interrupt him and keep him company.

[laurelwreathedserpent]

  Daphne’s visage remained impassive while the redhead explained his need for noise, any noise. She couldn’t particularly empathize; the elder Greengrass was of the opinion that true silence didn’t exist. In the family library, there was the periodic turn of pages, when she swam in the small man-made lake on her property, it was the soft murmur of rippling waves, even in bed, there was always the quiet rustle of silky sheets whenever she shifted. But then, these were all subtleties of the world no Gryffindor could hope to understand.

"Nice is not the word I’d use for it," the brunette muttered. The server returned with a towel that looked clean - no doubt the pureblood would be taking a hot bath when she returned home to decontaminate herself from whatever particles made their way onto her body in a dingy pub as the one the wizard and witch currently occupied. Nodding a polite thanks, she set the cloth in her lap — the countertop was far too dirty — and carefully undid the tie in her hair, shaking it loose and sending drops of water spattering outwards. Gently, she pressed her hair between the cloth making sure not to pull too hard. Wet hair fell more easily, and Daphne did care very much for her image and body.

"And yet our government is considered to be safe in your hands," she pointed out with a quirked brow. Paperwork could be tedious, but it was his job and he’d chosen his vocation. Why the ginger thought sharing his little remark would endear him to her or perhaps create a warmer relationship between them was anyone’s guess. If the hazel eyed witch was being perfectly honest, however, she was searching for every reason to dislike the Weasley, as a matter of principle. Ronald, as polite as he had been to her, had punched Blaise - and even if the Zabini heir had deserved it, there were laws and the redheaded war hero should have been thrown into a lockup for a night, especially given the consumption of alcohol involved. And of course the ever prominet love interest of the wizarding hero was an idiot who liked to victimize herself. Pausing in the act of drying her hair, Daphne responded.

"Just getting out. Muggle fashion has wormed it’s way into the upper echelons of society so I suppose you can take that as a win."

[p-weasley]

Percy smirked as a few drops of water hit him from her hair.  He wasn't about to bring that up again, she seemed shocked enough at the thought of dripping on someone.  It was amusing to think of someone like Daphne Greengrass as sitting and doing things the muggle way but here she was, gingerly toweling off her hair.  

"Well if I ever make a mistake on any of it I'll make sure you're the first to know."  Percy said as she bristled at his words.  It wasn't as though he did his paperwork smashed only to turn in a product filled with mistakes.  He would go over each piece precisely three times.  The first time was just filling it out, name, position, form type... Everything that seemed impossible to mess up.  The second time was to check over each piece and make sure that everything was there and the third was right before he turned it all in.  A paranoid habit he couldn't drop.  

"Ah well I wouldn't know much about that.  I don't typically pay attention to fashion."  Hell, the only time Percy could even think of noticing someone's clothes was if they were either inappropriate for work or if they were covered in blood from an auror job gone wrong.  

[weasley-rb]

  Thanks for the concern. I reckon you shouldn’t worry too much, though. George just wrecks the interior, not the exterior. And we don’t have many explosives nowadays, just the fireworks.

I know, I know, it’s hard to believe after living together for most of our lives. Oh, sure, that makes loads of sense now. They’ve got you confused for me, the devilishly handsome Weasley brother. Who’ve you dated besides Penelope, Perce? Come on, you can tell me.

Yeah, come for a visit ‘round Grimmauld Place for once. You might even see Ginny. She’s always there, it seems.

[p-weasley]

Just fireworks isn't particularly reassuring.  

I don't think they get us confused, more so they want to use me to get to you.  It's all very annoying.  I've been on a couple dates but no one you'd know.  

Yeah she mentioned visiting a lot... Seems like she and Harry are pretty serious about things.   

[moragxmacdougal-blog]

{ of osmics and octavos } | percy & morag

[moragxmacdougal-blog]

  She didn’t need to be reminded that the youngest Weasley boy skated through his courses at Hogwarts by the grace of having the good luck to be friends with the likes of Granger and Potter- one who absorbed talent from books and the other who nearly burst with raw, untapped power. It was a shame, although she supposed that they’d eventually all grown into their greatness, even if it was during such a dreadful event. “I can’t imagine working there. There are so many… people,” she admitted with a tiny shudder that rattled through the bones in her shoulders. The redhead gave the other a small wince of a smile when he pointed out what exactly he’d said. “Oh, of course, I mean, I know you didn’t. It’s just- these days, you know.. If you’re a pureblood it’s almost as though you’re under a magnifying glass or something.”

Morag didn’t really feel that way, but it was something she’d heard someone else say. Her family had been completely and beautifully neutral. She wouldn’t deny (well, she probably would) that there were certain aspects of dark magic that appealed to her knowledge-driven mind; and of course there were also certain subjects and topics that she’d studied at school that she found quite appealing. Charms and the History of Magic, to name just two. Morag would’ve gladly stayed at the school two more years and taken loads more classes- she so desired to devour knowledge like some deep sea creature, perhaps like a lake dwelling creature. Her lips quirked a little at the thought and for the first time she thought that perhaps her father had named her correctly. 

"I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to presume, or to put words in your mouth-" she said, shifting uneasily on the spot and looking everywhere but his face. "-truly, I didn’t. I guess I really don’t know what to say, after the fact, you know?" How did one proclaim their independence of the horrible acts of war while still advertising the purity of the one thing their family and ancestors held so dear? Did it do well to dwell on one and not the other? What then, was the correct option? Morag chewed her lip a little and finally met the pale blues of his irises, blinking quickly and changing the subject even though she’d rather just leave- but he had the book she’d laid claim to. "Your job- you like it, then? The Ministry isn’t as boring as it sounds?"

[p-weasley]

"It can be a bit much but growing up in a big family made me used to it."  Percy said with a small shrug.  He could understand the desire for privacy and quiet though.  "I sort of get that.  I worked in the ministry during the war and status was everything.  It's a bit less now but then again I wasn't raised with the same values most purebloods have."  

Percy nodded after she finished babbling.  "It is understandable.  I'm not looking for ways to make life difficult for anyone other than those who are trying to get away with murder.  It would be a bit counterproductive to take rights away from the group of people who are already showing distaste for the new ministry."  He told her honestly.  Everyone deserved rights and that included purebloods.  

"I have never found it boring personally.  The paperwork can be a bit tedious but my job is usually fairly entertaining."  The aurors could be nightmares with paperwork but that wasn't anything he couldn't handle.  "Granted, there are a few jobs that would be mostly all paperwork or all meetings but mine is a good mix.  Enough paperwork to have an excuse to be alone but enough social interaction to get a change of scenery." 

[weasley-rb]

  Sometime between closing and opening, yeah. No, he always does this during May. Otherwise, I’d tell him to piss off if it were any other time of the year.

If you say so. I’m certainly not going to tell you how to live your life. And yeah, I’m sure you’re right. I’m just bloody impatient.

I’m sorry if my hero status has caused you any unnecessary stress. Are girls flinging themselves at you? You should take advantage of that, Percy. You need to loosen up a bit. All right, all right. I understand. I’ll take you to a place in Muggle London once we settle on a day.

[p-weasley]

Ah... Just be careful with the explosions and things.  I don't want either of you to end up in Mungos.  

You impatient?  I'd hardly say people are flinging themselves but there has been a bit more attention than before.  I can get the attention of girls without your influence.  

I know a few good places near my flat but if you know a place that would be fine. 

[xclearwater-deactivated20141215]

Misplaced Letters {Percy & Penny}

Life at the Ministry had been positively hectic since the attack on the Minister, and it grew worse with every passing day as the Blood Moon inched closer and closer. No one was exempt from the feeling of panic and the nail biting and the suspicious looks in the hallways. It was almost reminiscent of the way people were behaving during the war. Everyone tense, on edge, afraid of letters and owls and opening doors and ringing bells and occasionally the loo. Anyone who wasn’t looking to the Aurors and The Department of Magical Law Enforcement to resolve the issues looked to the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, and anyone who didn’t get any attention from them turned once again to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and the Wizengamot and poor Penelope.

It was almost too much to handle and the way she was being treated made her whole body ache from the stress. In just a few short weeks, she’d gone from scheduling the hearings and other such gatherings of the Wizengamot and supervising the entire staff of clerics to fielding every request, demand, and strongly worded letter that passed over any one of the fifty warlocks’ desks. Not to mention that every ten minutes one of the warlocks would come up to her and ask: “Miss Clearwater, please do this.” “Miss Clearwater, can you please do that?” “Miss Clearwater, clear my schedule, I’m telling you that I’m going to visit my daughter but in all honesty I’m actually going to engage in deprived acts with my mistress and I shouldn’t be in my position at all, but I probably bought my way there and-“ 

Calm, Penny, calm… She had to remind herself to breathe, pawing through the ever-growing stacks of paper on her desk just to level her head. An over glorified secretary. That was all she was being treated as in that moment and that was not the job that she’d applied for. Not even slightly. 

That was when a paper caught her eye, a letter addressed to Auror Office in bright and flashy red ink. Penelope picked up the paper, breathing out a long breath of air that made her curls flutter, and rising to her feet. At first she staggered, like she’d forgotten how to walk in her heels. She’d been sitting so long she was concerned for a moment that she had forgotten how to walk, but after she regained herself, she started down the hallway. A turn here. A turn there. Straight ahead, last door to the right. She knew the route by heart. 

"Percy- Er, I mean, Mister Weasley?" Her voice was almost shrill as she poked her head around the door to Percy’s office. She’d walked so quickly that she had a generally disheveled look: bits of her hair had struggled loose from her bun and her shirt wasn’t tucked as neatly into her skirt as it usually was. Despite how torn she appeared, a pleasant smile was on her lips, and Penny wouldn’t argue if someone said that she was happy to see him. "Someone put this letter on my desk by mistake." 

[p-weasley]

Percy had run himself off his feet trying to make everyone's jobs easier.  The Wizgamont would give him jobs on occasion but the aurors shut themselves off, at least the experienced ones.  They trusted only themselves and would only give him simple jobs to keep his time filled.  He took it upon himself to make jobs and keep lives as easy as possible. He received a few nods of appreciation for his efforts but that's not why he was working so hard.  

Gone were the days where he did things only to be noticed and promoted.  There was a serious threat and he refused to sit by uselessly again.  He was in a position to do good and this was personal.  

Percy looked up as Penny poked her head into the room, lips curling slightly as she corrected herself. It was a correction he would have enforced at one point but now he was working to put personal relationships first.  Percy waved his want towards his door and it shut with a soft bang behind her as she entered.  

Percy held a hand out for the letter, finally, something that actually was part of his job.  "Thank you Miss Clearwater."  He said teasingly.  Some of the tension in his shoulders dissolved as he allowed himself to relax in front of a friendly face.  She was safe.  

He looked her over again and his eyebrows rose quickly.  "You look... disheveled."  He stated as he nodded to the chair across the desk from his.  

[moragxmacdougal-blog]

{ of osmics and octavos } | percy & morag

[moragxmacdougal-blog]

  Morag shook her head. “No, I’m sure that we didn’t. Ron was never the academic sort. But I think that that’s something Penelope liked about you. I mean, I heard.” The redheaded girl wouldn’t hardly realize that what she’d just said might be taken awkwardly and so she plowed on anyway, encouraged by the small amount of details that they had in common. “Do you like working for the Ministry? My father says terrible things about Ministry workers, no offense, of course. They’re terribly wonderful things- you know the sorts that fathers tend to say as they get older.” She smiled a little and there was a fondness there, lurking beneath the surface like a creature in a loch. She missed her father, sometimes. Definitely more so than her morose and stoic mother, from whom she’d inherited nearly all of her looks. The books and tomes came solely from her father, as well as the pets that she kept on their northern Scottish estate. Her father had been the little girl’s favorite early on and her dear mother, still stricken with grief over a lost love, conceded this to her husband nearly right away.

Her eyebrows raised when Percy Weasley- of all people, of all the Weasleys, actually- admitted that he got by on the seat of his trousers at his job. “You? I can’t hardly believe that. Surely you don’t-“ To an ex-Ravenclaw, this was a scandalous thing. “Well then, if you can’t tell me much about your work, what is this ‘loophole’ you’re investigating? I’m only interested because you’ve been dangling it before my nose like a carrot, and I’m the one who had the book first, if you do remember,” she said, her words spilling out like a stream, quick and quiet before trailing off at the end. She punctuated her sentence with a pointed look toward the open text. “Well? Not that I need to know, of course. We aren’t one of those families.” Were they? They did hold themselves in rather high regard, but it wasn’t as though they’d lead the charge in slaughtering their lower-born neighbors..

[p-weasley]

"He could have been academic but he puts his focus into things that he loves.  His History of Magic grade was saved by Hermione numerous times."  Percy said with a small smile.  It was a fact that History of Magic was probably the Hogwarts class with the lowest average grades.  "It's a good job.  There's still a lot to learn about it."  Percy chuckled and nodded.  "I know how that goes.  There are a lot of changes going on right now and it can be a bit of a shock to adjust to."  It was a diplomatic answer and one he often would say whenever someone would question the way the ministry was being run.  

"The only reason I'm working that way is because of all the changes.  My position calls for less than what I typically do in an average day but with all of the changes I don't mind taking on anything that can make things run smoother."  Percy told her with a small shrug.  He wasn't about to say the person who had the job before him only did the bare minimum and didn't leave him with much but that's how it went. Already he felt as if the position made numerous jobs easier for everyone.  "I never said you were one of those families." 

[weasley-rb]

  Well, you were being the biggest prat in the universe at the time. I wouldn’t have put it past them, honestly. Yeah, I just might… provided that the office is still in one piece when I get back there.

For fuck’s sake Percy, all I’m going to say is that you need a life outside of work and right now, your habits aren’t cutting it. Ha, me, visit the Ministry? No thanks, I’d rather listen to that annoying song Hermione sings around the house on repeat. Lunch dates won’t work either, unless I skive off work — I don’t get an unlimited lunch break, y’know. I’ll figure something out, I guess.

Plenty wrong? Pray tell, what is plenty wrong with crowds? I dunno, it’s not all sunshine and rainbows like you’re making it out to be. You’ve got to be careful or else Potter’s best mate is going to get written up about in the newest Prophet. When I decided to ‘make friends’, I wasn’t expecting fame and fortune. Just friendship.

[p-weasley]

Does he make things blow up whenever you leave?  If he does I think he's just doing it to get under your skin.  

I have plenty of a life outside of work, I just like to keep them separate.  I'm sure you will.  You two have always managed to find time before and once things... settle you'll get back to that.  

I know you weren't but with you bringing glory to the family name... I just don't need people flinging themselves at me because I'm related to you and don't tell me it doesn't happen.  Muggle London is just... nice, quieter, I think I just need that.    

[weasley-rb]

  It’s not like the old days where Fred and George pumped out patents every other day, yeah? You’d be lucky if you saw one in six months to a year from now. So I guess it’s not a big deal for you, either way.

I mean, you could attempt to have normal conversations as well. It could be difficult for you, I understand. Yeah, but there’s a difference between working for a living and living at work. She, and Harry sometimes, blur the lines between those two things.

I’m up for that, Perce. If you come ‘round Grimmauld Place after work, I’ll show you one of the Muggle ones I like. I can make any day work, to be honest. There’s nothing wrong with crowds, well, except for the wait. It’s bloody annoying when all you want is a nice, cold pint.

[p-weasley]

I swear half of those were just filled out to annoy me.  You should go back and take a look at some of them.  The ones that you guys push through now are all very successful if your records are all correct.  

It's an easy thing to do with how busy everything has been lately.  Granted some of that is Hermione's fault but not all of it.  You could always come visit us at work or plan a lunch date with her.  

There is plenty wrong with crowds but then again you've always been more comfortable with groups than I have.  Plus you have to be used to the attention crowds give out by now.  You've gotten it since first year when you decided to make friends on the train.  

[moragxmacdougal-blog]

{ of osmics and octavos } | percy & morag

[moragxmacdougal-blog]

  Morag was quiet for a moment, inwardly sputtering and backpedaling from the man’s seemingly accusatory tone. “N-no,” she replied succinctly, stumbling slightly over the first consonant. “I don’t think that at all. I don’t believe in freedom for those who take the lives of others. I’m not a monster.” Just named for one. She hated that, and hoped sincerely that he wouldn’t bring it up. Her father so adored the legendary creature for which was was named, giving hardly a thought to the societal judgments of their community. What sort of self-respecting pureblood named his only kin after a beast that dwelled in murky loch waters, anyway? “I haven’t killed anyone,” she continued, quieter now, and her gaze dropped from his to the fine print of the book- it was easier to look at than the earnest shine in his irises.

"No. We weren’t friends. Housemates, but only that." The redhead breathed out a breath that was born of relief for the change in topics. She tentatively extended a hand. "It’s nice to meet you. Would you be surprised to know that you’re the first Weasley I’ve formally met? Ron and I were in the same year, but we never really… crossed paths." Higher level coursework was never much for the Weasley’s youngest son, and so while Morag and Ron had run in the same small circles (if you could call it that, really), they’d never intersected, much like planets operating on complimentary orbits. Percy’s smile was encouraging, and she couldn’t help but return to their original topic. "I don’t read the Prophet. I don’t find it at all factual. I prefer the reports that the Department of Magical Law Enforcement puts out, among others. I find them fascinating. Do you work there?"

[p-weasley]

Percy shook his head slightly at her obvious discomfort his words had caused.  He didn't mean to make her close in on herself so much.  Percy took a calming breath before speaking again, his tone one that he would have used on Ginny in the past.  "It's not like this will make one difference in the average pureblood life; it's one of those little loopholes that old families were so good at working into law."  

He nodded in understanding.  He couldn't count how many times he picked up information in the common room.  It was flattering that Penny had been discussing him in the first place.  He switched arms with the book he was holding and too her hand in a firm handshake.  "I'm sure you had some class with him at some point but there are always people in the same year who didn't meet."  Percy shrugged a shoulder at the question.  "I do work at the ministry but I'm afraid that this is the most I'll do as far as law goes.  Unless you count the people I know within other departments."  Percy told her with a small wink.  If anyone could appreciate the significance of a good connection it would be another pureblood.  "I facilitate interactions between aurors and the wizgamont.  Whatever that entails.  Half the time I'm making it up as I go."  

[hermione-jean---grangerarchive]

  "Oh, wonderful. I’m glad you like it, muggle London is lovely. Just remind me where it is and the next time I venture there I’ll pay you a visit."

[p-weasley]

"It is rather nice.  It's a lot calmer than living in a wizarding flat, which I like. Feel free to visit! The worst you'll find is a paperwork explosion."  

[weasley-rb]

  Yeah, but it’s loads cooler flashing a badge. Who cares about efficiency when you can get special treatment?

That’s good. She needs someone to relate to with that because I don’t understand why she does it a lot. I mean, I do, but I kind of miss her sometimes.

As it turns out, the Leaky Cauldron attracts all sorts of folks. I’ve sworn off the place for a couple of months at least. There’s a few nice places around Grimmauld Place, believe it or not. Cheap, too.

[p-weasley]

I could do that but it would hardly be effective for you in the long run.  

I have talked to her about work but it isn't as though I make it a point to discuss work habits.  She is busy with all the ministry is going through.  

I wouldn't object to visiting somewhere around there if you are ever free.  I typically go someplace quieter than the Leaky Cauldron but I don't mind the crowds too much.  

[moragxmacdougal-blog]

{ of osmics and octavos } | percy & morag

[moragxmacdougal-blog]

  Morag forced a smile. While she may not be a war criminal, she certainly didn’t necessarily agree with a few of the laws that the Ministry seemed keen on implementing. It was frightening, really, to see that their governing organization was trusting the fates of Wizarding London to those that may not be as truly skilled or talented as their purer-blooded counterparts. That fact made her more uncomfortable than she cared to admit in public, and this young Weasley’s enthusiastic demeanor (even though he was from a good family) was unsettling. Could he tell? She hoped not. The redhead chewed at her bottom lip, craning her neck a little to look down at the line of text that he had tapped. She frowned a little and then folded her arms.

“Why shouldn’t pureblooded wizards be protected?” she asked. “More or less than anyone else, I mean. Of course.” As if drawn forward by a taut line between the text and her soul, the Ravenclaw stepped forward and her next breath was tainted by the smell of decay in the old book’s binding. She rolled her lips between her teeth, frowning a little at the upside down print. “What exactly does this pertain to? Should I… should I be worried? You’re a Weasley, right? I recognize you… I think.” She tilted her head. “I’m Morag MacDougal. You dated Penelope Clearwater, right?” Morag had heard the girl’s incessant blabbering about Percy in the Ravenclaw common room for the entirety of their relationship. She knew a lot about most of the members of her house purely by way of listening and lurking in the crevices of the library-esque common room. 

[p-weasley]

"Everyone should be protected but this law makes life difficult."  Percy told her with a confused glance up.  "Are you saying that people should be allowed to roam free after murdering others?"  Percy asked, his tone slightly sharper than it was.  He understood Pureblood ideals after working with them for so long during the war but that didn't mean that every law was worth keeping around.  He could understand some of them but others just seemed to be too much.  "You should only be worried if you've killed someone maliciously during the war.  I have no control over most of what you see in the prophet so you can relax on that front."

Percy nodded once.  Of course she knew who he was, it seemed like every pureblooded witch or wizard did at this point.  The 'tolerable' Weasley.  The one who could be manipulated when push comes to shove.  The mention of Penny made his thoughts halt as he looked at her quizzically.  "Yeah.  Were you and her friends?"  He asked before he shut the book to tuck under one arm.  "Percy Weasley."  He said with a small smile.  Being known as Penelope's boyfriend was far better than the alternative.