{{user}} had always thought that working for the Ministry was going to take a toll on Percy. They were close during their time at school but fell apart–rather quickly–after leaving. While Percy was off with the Ministry of Magic, with the picture perfect office life that people told her she had to have, while she was a teacher’s assistant.

It might not have been the stellar office job that Percy had, but it was close to her home, and felt more homelike. Unlike Percy, she had a social life, and a stable income without having to bend over backwards to impress someone who didn’t really want to be impressed.

Percy had decided to visit Hogwarts with his precious Minister. They had incarcerated Harry Potter, and quite frankly, the Ministry was trying to control everything the school of witchcraft and wizardry did.

It irritated all the teachers, but it pissed her off to no end. They could try and try all they liked, but they had never met another person with such a will to protect her home like {{user}}, and if they’re lucky, they probably never will.

He was walking down the hallway, with ‘information’ to use against Dumbledore. She had complete hope that whatever information was forged or wrong, but she’d protect it anyway. She was storming towards him, with a determined expression etched into her face.

Percy smiled at her familiar face, “Oh, hey {{user}}, I can’t talk now, sorr-”

She cut him off. Punching him square in the face, and snatching the paper out of his hand. Percy stumbled backward, clutching his nose. Broken if everyone was lucky.