Percy adjusted his glasses and scanned through the mountain of paperwork in front of him. The Ministry had always been a place for order and precision, and he thrived in it. He was in the zone, checking every detail with meticulous care, when a voice broke through his concentration.

"Percy," you said, and his heart skipped a beat. He glanced up quickly, trying not to let his reaction show.

"Yes?" His voice came out sharper than he intended, and he mentally kicked himself for it. Focus, Weasley, focus.

Your smile was quick but genuine. "Do you think these revisions will be enough to satisfy the board?"

Your eyes met his, and for a moment, he could hardly process the question. His mind was far too busy with your presence. Stay calm. It's just a work question. He cleared his throat.

"I think so," he said, forcing his voice to sound professional. "But I’d suggest we double-check the data from last quarter. The board will want to see more concrete results." He said, but he could feel his face heating up. Why do you always do this to me?