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Title: All Work and No Play
Characters: Percy, OOC Dover (a Ministry lackey)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
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hpchar100 weekly challenge
Percy glanced around as he left the meeting room, making sure his exit was still secure. Over the last year, he’d become aware that not everything here at the Ministry was as rosy and delightful as he had thought it would be. How young and naïve he had been.
“Taking a break for lunch today?” Dover asked quietly, saying two of the words they’d all come to fear lately. ‘Break’ and ‘Lunch’ were not things that Scrimgeour liked to hear about his assistants doing these days.
“No,” Percy hissed, moving quickly down the hall to the lift. Time was money.
And the reworked version that will hopefully pass the communities standards for no OOCs.
Percy glanced around as he left the meeting room, uneasy after everything that had been discussed around him. Over the last year, he’d become aware that not everything here at the Ministry was as rosy and delightful as he had thought it would be. How young and naïve he had been.
“Taking a break for lunch?” someone asked the group at large, using two of the words they’d all come to fear lately. ‘Break’ and ‘Lunch’ were not things that Scrimgeour liked to hear about these days.
“No,” Percy hissed, moving down the hall to the lift. Time was money.
Characters: Percy, OOC Dover (a Ministry lackey)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Written for:
hpchar100 weekly challengePercy glanced around as he left the meeting room, making sure his exit was still secure. Over the last year, he’d become aware that not everything here at the Ministry was as rosy and delightful as he had thought it would be. How young and naïve he had been.
“Taking a break for lunch today?” Dover asked quietly, saying two of the words they’d all come to fear lately. ‘Break’ and ‘Lunch’ were not things that Scrimgeour liked to hear about his assistants doing these days.
“No,” Percy hissed, moving quickly down the hall to the lift. Time was money.
And the reworked version that will hopefully pass the communities standards for no OOCs.
Percy glanced around as he left the meeting room, uneasy after everything that had been discussed around him. Over the last year, he’d become aware that not everything here at the Ministry was as rosy and delightful as he had thought it would be. How young and naïve he had been.
“Taking a break for lunch?” someone asked the group at large, using two of the words they’d all come to fear lately. ‘Break’ and ‘Lunch’ were not things that Scrimgeour liked to hear about these days.
“No,” Percy hissed, moving down the hall to the lift. Time was money.
