DRABBLE: Interference (Percy/Rufus)
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rarepair_shortsTitle: Interference
Character Pairing: Percy Weasley/Rufus Scrimgeour
Prompt: "well, if you put it that way"
Rating: G
Word Count: 262
Summary: "Not even Fred and George would have the unmitigated gall to sit on Percy’s desk..."
Author's Notes: Slashy undertones aside, this is, in fact, totally and completely G-rated. Not even a stray curse word. Also, could Percy and Rufus get their tag, pretty please?
Link to Prompt Table: Aqui!
Somewhat startled, Percy looks up from his desk and cocks an eyebrow at the graying, leonine man who stands before him.
“Mister Crouch couldn’t possibly be in today, sir,” he says calmly.
“Really?” Scrimgeour inquires. “That’s not like Barty at all.”
“Well, I misspoke. He is, of course, technically in, but he and Mister Bagman have meetings with their French and Bulgarian counterparts, as well as Professor Dumbledore, Headmaster Karkaroff, and Madame Maxime.”
“Finalizing things for the Tournament, then?”
“Naturally, sir. It’s nigh upon us, and we couldn’t possibly have anything go wrong. Think of how many people would be… in… danger?”
Scrimgeour is sitting on his desk. Not even Fred and George would have the unmitigated gall to sit on Percy’s desk, especially when they could just blow it up, or whatever runs through their obnoxiously empty heads. And, yet, Percy doesn’t entirely mind having the Head of the Auror Office seated on his desk. He wants to mind it, yes, but… he just doesn’t, for whatever reason.
“I can write a memo for Mister Crouch, if you’d like, sir?”
“No, don’t bother. It isn’t that important, really.”
Awkwardly, Percy adjusts his glasses. “If it isn’t that important, then may I inquire as to why it brought you up here, and why it moved you to sit on my desk?”
Scrimgeour smirks. “No reason whatsoever, son.”
“Then would you please-”
“What are you doing for lunch?”
“B-b-beg pardon?”
“It’s about noon, and you look like you could use lunch. Fancy coming with me?”
Percy very much surprises himself when he accepts.
Character Pairing: Percy Weasley/Rufus Scrimgeour
Prompt: "well, if you put it that way"
Rating: G
Word Count: 262
Summary: "Not even Fred and George would have the unmitigated gall to sit on Percy’s desk..."
Author's Notes: Slashy undertones aside, this is, in fact, totally and completely G-rated. Not even a stray curse word. Also, could Percy and Rufus get their tag, pretty please?
Link to Prompt Table: Aqui!
Somewhat startled, Percy looks up from his desk and cocks an eyebrow at the graying, leonine man who stands before him.
“Mister Crouch couldn’t possibly be in today, sir,” he says calmly.
“Really?” Scrimgeour inquires. “That’s not like Barty at all.”
“Well, I misspoke. He is, of course, technically in, but he and Mister Bagman have meetings with their French and Bulgarian counterparts, as well as Professor Dumbledore, Headmaster Karkaroff, and Madame Maxime.”
“Finalizing things for the Tournament, then?”
“Naturally, sir. It’s nigh upon us, and we couldn’t possibly have anything go wrong. Think of how many people would be… in… danger?”
Scrimgeour is sitting on his desk. Not even Fred and George would have the unmitigated gall to sit on Percy’s desk, especially when they could just blow it up, or whatever runs through their obnoxiously empty heads. And, yet, Percy doesn’t entirely mind having the Head of the Auror Office seated on his desk. He wants to mind it, yes, but… he just doesn’t, for whatever reason.
“I can write a memo for Mister Crouch, if you’d like, sir?”
“No, don’t bother. It isn’t that important, really.”
Awkwardly, Percy adjusts his glasses. “If it isn’t that important, then may I inquire as to why it brought you up here, and why it moved you to sit on my desk?”
Scrimgeour smirks. “No reason whatsoever, son.”
“Then would you please-”
“What are you doing for lunch?”
“B-b-beg pardon?”
“It’s about noon, and you look like you could use lunch. Fancy coming with me?”
Percy very much surprises himself when he accepts.
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