Worrying Life Away || Closed

[percy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 400px; border: 6px solid #718b95; background:#dfdfdf; border-top-right-radius:60px; border-bottom-left-radius:100px; padding:0px;] [/style] Percy Ignatius Weasley worrying life away :: closed Percy loved his job. Anyone in the world could ask him about his job and he’d love telling him or her every single detail about what he does and how much he enjoys it. Still though, like everyone else the stress got to him once and awhile. Though he loved it, it got a little tiring every day. He needed a vacation, not that he had anyone to vacation with. He had an extreme lack of relationships in his life. Maybe that was something he should work on during his time off. It seemed like a good idea, a little less reading and a little more relationship building. On his clock he still had another hour until the end of his shift, where he’d return home to nothing but his owl Hermes. He wasn’t sure at what point his life turned into it. Of course he wasn’t happy, but he pretended that he was. That was Percy, happy as a clam, without a family or anyone real to talk to besides a bloody owl. He huffed at his desk and pushed rather large stack of papers away from him. Finally he was done reading over them. It was part of his scribes from the other day he was proofreading, making sure everything was perfect before handing them over. Now, with a little under and hour left he didn’t know what to do with himself. Delivering the papers was of course an option, but that wouldn’t talk that much time. For once he was actually considering walking slow and taking his time, slaking a little for lack of a better work. Percy Weasley was not one to mosey along or slack when something needed to be done, but nothing needed to be done. He stood up from his desk, pushed his glasses up on his nose, and grabbed the stack of papers. He made sure to keep them neat and align as he left his office, leaving the door open behind him as he left. It bothered him that it was open and he actually had to go back and shut it before taking the walk to the office on the floor above him. Instead of taking the stairs it would be easier to just take an elevator. So, he headed for the elevators with the stack of papers in hand. When he reached it though he frowned. So many people were already in the available one, so he’d have to wait. He did have a lot of time to kill though and so he tried to relax, something he wasn’t particularly good at doing. His foot tapped on the ground and he glanced at his watch. If anything he looked more impatient than anything. He went to get in the other elevator, but there was a girl standing in his way. She didn’t look at all familiar either. He took one look at her and pressed his lips together before he opened his mouth to speak. “Excuse me, but you’re in my way,” he said, realizing how ridiculously rude that sounded now that he said it. This is why your only companion is that ruddy owl, he thought, mentally chastising himself as he waited for her to answer... or slap him. Word count: 543 :: Tag: closed :: Note: no

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[lark]

Lark had spent all day filing paperwork and running back and forth. It had been a surprisingly busy day for her, even as a senior clerk who was able to delegate some of her workload to the junior clerks. She hadn’t expected to do quite as much work as she did for the Animagus Registry but she didn’t really mind it. Work was work and it paid quite nicely for the way she was living, not to mention it was the sort of thing she was good at. She loved writing out the notes if only for the satisfaction of knowing she did it correctly and neatly and that anybody who had to read what she had written up in the future would be able to do so with ease. Though, in reality it would all probably sit in files for decades before anyone ever found it necessary to go through them.

Finally done writing up the current file she was working on, Lark let one of her coworkers know that she was leaving for a bit to stretch her legs. She’d finished her entire folder of work scheduled for the day and didn’t have too much longer before she was free to go home, so she figured she could wander a bit to get the kinks out of her back from leaning over papers all day.

Somehow she found herself in front of the elevators and, blinking slightly, she stopped in front of the open doors. Did she want to continue on to another floor and possibly socialize or was it better to just stick to the level she was on? While she was trying to decide what to do, she apparently upset the lone person waiting behind her to get on. She was a little offended by his words and his tone of voice. Most people who worked at the Ministry could be rather impatient when trying to reach deadlines or when zipping from one department to the next, but a little slowness on her part was no reason for rudeness.

“Excuse me, but you’re breathing my air,” Lark replied, turning to face him. For the annoyed expression on his face, he was rather cute. Of course, she would think that with the adorable speckling of freckles across his nose and cheeks. She couldn’t stay frustrated with him for very long and she let her attitude slip.

“Sorry, that was rude of me. I didn’t mean to make you late for something,” she told him as she stepped to the side to let him pass. What a waste. Why did someone with such a cute face have an attitude like that?

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[percy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 400px; border: 6px solid #718b95; background:#dfdfdf; border-top-right-radius:60px; border-bottom-left-radius:100px; padding:0px;] [/style] Percy Ignatius Weasley worrying life away :: closed So she noticed that he had been rude and really he hadn’t been expecting any different. Though he was a bit glad she didn’t decide to just smack him or something. He would have considered it if he were her. Percy had a way of coming off rude though he really didn’t mean it that way. His parents raised him better than that and he still was a Weasley. That charm was hidden deep down inside of there somewhere. Sometimes he was good at it, but other times, like now, not so much. He adjusted the stack of papers in his hands and tucked it under his arm so none of them would fall away. Her comment made him laugh, but it probably wasn’t her intention. His face broke out into a smile and his eyes flickered to hers. “I’m sorry about how that came out,” he said, truly meaning it and hoping she knew that. His eyes diverted from her and down to his shoes. They needed to be cleaned a bit. “That was funny though. You’re witty.” He pointed out the obvious. Percy wasn’t the best around girls. He wasn’t a smooth talker like Fred or George and he didn’t have that appeal that Bill and Charlie had. Percy had no idea if Ron had any game so no comparison was to be made there. “You’re not rude. I was. You’re not making me late either. I have awhile to deliver these. I just get off soon though.” He looked away from her again. Would it be weird to offer to take her out? He wasn’t sure. He really wasn’t good at things like this. Still, he wanted to make it up to her. Maybe he’d get her a flower for her office or something. If he even saw her again that is. “Really, I’m sorry. My name’s Percival…or Percy,” He told her, adjusting his glasses on his nose before extending his hand out to her. At least if he knew her name then he could have something sent to the office as an apology. Even an owl or something would do. He needed friends. This was what he was just thinking about and he still couldn’t manage to get it right. Merlin that was frustrating. Fred and George were probably right about him being a prat. Word count: 397 :: Tag: closed :: Note: bleh. so short.

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[lark]

Lark snorted, a little amused by the fact that he felt the need to point out that her comment was humorous. It was meant to be sarcastic, so it was meant to be a little biting to him and funny to her, though she had immediately felt bad after saying it. That was the problem, she couldn’t be mean for very long without having to apologize for it. Maybe in this case it was a good thing as it seemed he hadn’t meant any harm at all, though it did mean that she was probably going to have to cross off defense lawyer from her list of goals. After all, you couldn’t regret being mean if you wanted to protect your client and prove they were innocent. They would laugh her right out of court and she would deserve it. She wasn’t sure she wanted to learn how to be continuously mean though. It seemed like a very tiring thing to be.

“It’s fine, really,” she told him with a smile. She had to crane her neck a bit to look up at him, he seemed to be a good foot taller than her. Then again, that wasn’t that much of a surprise. Most people were taller than her and made a point to tease her about it. Sometimes it got a little annoying but she wasn’t sure how to tell them that when they were just trying to be friendly and have fun with her.

“I’m Lark,” she told him and reached out to shake his hand. He seemed to be trying to make it up to her at least so she wasn’t going to be rude and walk off. Not that she really wanted to. Seriously, blue eyes and freckles? Her favorite color and her favorite feature on one person. She really did have a problem, it seemed. He seemed a little awkward and nervous to be interacting like this, so she wondered if he usually came off as rude and then allowed the impression to stick because he didn’t know how to fix it or because a bad reaction usually sparked even more rudeness from him.

[percy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 400px; border: 6px solid #718b95; background:#dfdfdf; border-top-right-radius:60px; border-bottom-left-radius:100px; padding:0px;] [/style] Percy Ignatius Weasley worrying life away :: closed She didn’t seem like she hated him or anything and he was glad about that. Something about her just seemed so familiar but he couldn’t put his finger on what that was. Of course, the comment about the air probably wasn’t meant to be funny to him. He just heard stuff like that all the time from his siblings though that he learned to just shake it off and laugh about it. It was easier that way rather than getting all hissy and uptight about it. Of course, that happened too sometimes, but that couldn’t always be helped. He was a bit defensive on occasion and that was from years of being teased by Fred and George. Although they were a right pain in the arse, that didn’t stop him from missing the two of them. She told him it was fine, and he smiled. Her neck was craned to look up at him and he took a step back to try and make it easier on her. She was so short, and he found that to be cute. He just met her though and he should hardly be checking her out like he was. Of course, he was being discreet about it. The last thing he needed was for her to notice something like that. He would probably turn as red as a tomato. When he blushed it was always a dark shade of red. It was infamous really, but not something he enjoyed about his body. “I’m glad you’re not mad about it,” he said, truly meaning that. There were enough people in the Ministry that didn’t like him. Of course he was a bit of an arse kisser, but that helped him get to where he was now. Did he mention that he loved his job? “Lark,” he repeated it out loud while in his head sparks went off. It couldn’t be her…what were the chances? It had to be though, and his eyes widened in realization while he could feel the blush creep up his neck. “You’re name’s like a bird. Like a sp-sparrow.” He mumbled, stuttering one of his words nervously. If he felt nervous before, now was completely worse. Saying he was nervous would be an understatement because this was the girl he was talking to. It had to be. She was short with blue eyes and dark hair. He hadn’t been expecting her to be this pretty though. She wasn’t just pretty though, that didn’t do her justice. She was more than that, gorgeous even. His jaw slacked a bit and he looked her over again. “Am I wrong or are you…?” he trailed off, hoping he wasn’t wrong. He would feel like a complete git and fool if he was. She just had to be the one he was writing to. He wrote to her religiously too and now he was possibly meeting her. Word count: 482 :: Tag: closed :: Note: yayy

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[lark]

She had just been admiring his smile when he repeated her name like he knew her, somehow, like the name wasn’t a surprise, more like a realization. It hit her when he mentioned the name she had been signing her letters with. This definitely had to be the guy she had been writing to, now that she thought about it. A lot of freckles, red hair, blue eyes and glasses. Not to mention how tall he was compared to her. What were the odds of running into him so quickly? Well, he had said that he would search the lower levels for her, though it looked more like he was delivering paperwork and less like he was peering into offices to try and find a woman with a bird-like name covered in paperwork.

Well, he certainly had a bit of a skewed perspective of himself. While he seemed a bit awkward with his height from the way he stood, he wasn’t gangly or anything at all. They way he had said it, she was sort of expecting a ginger-haired guy who barely saw the sunlight and wore suspenders and high pants or something. She wondered if she had gotten the description of herself correct.

“You found me,” Lark offered him a warm smile and squeezed his hand before letting it go. “I don’t really think you were looking for me today though, which is probably the only way we could have met, I think. After all, you weren’t really looking for me when you sent your owl off with that letter.”

The elevator seemed to have decided it waited long enough for the two of them to decide whether or not they wanted to get in and slowly the doors began to close. With a sudden idea to try and see how determined he was to find her, Lark quickly stood up on the tips of her toes and pressed her lips to his before quickly sliding between the closing doors. She hit a few buttons to throw him off in case he came barreling down in a different elevator after her, rather pleased with herself for the turn of events.

[percy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 400px; border: 6px solid #718b95; background:#dfdfdf; border-top-right-radius:60px; border-bottom-left-radius:100px; padding:0px;] [/style] Percy Ignatius Weasley worrying life away :: closed Percy was finding it hard to believe that this was really the girl he had been writing to. All of this was honestly really bizarre. What were the changes that his owl was actually going to deliver the letter, and to someone that worked with him and was around his age? Still, he was excited to finally be meting her, even if his heart was pounding against the walls of his chest. He was trying not to show how nervous he was though she probably had noticed. He wasn’t usually the best at hiding his emotions. Also, he didn’t imagine finding her so quickly, though it probably was because he hadn’t even been trying to find her in the first place. He was wondering what she thought of him. He thought that he did a pretty good job describing himself, so she was probably thinking about how awkwardly thin and tall he was. Of course he didn’t look like he never saw any sunlight. Between work and other things somehow he did, but he wasn’t exactly a tall and tan handsome bloke either. He saw himself as pretty average or more like below that truthfully. Years of being told how awkward looking he was and being made fun of didn’t exactly boost his confidence. He adjusted his glasses on his nose and smiled back at her, his smile widening as she squeezed his hand. “I did, it wasn’t too hard either.” He winked, trying to find some of that Weasley charm hidden deep down in side of him. Of course he wasn’t as smooth as his brothers but he still tried to give it a go. “I wasn’t looking for you to be honest. I was looking to deliver these, though this is a rather pleasant surprise.” He looked over her face again. How did he luck out like this? She was just so pretty, and when he said all those things to her in his letters this wasn’t whom he was expecting. He still felt embarrassed about it, and he tried. “Kind of funny how that turned out, isn’t it?” He chuckled lightly, and when he stepped into the elevator he had expected her to come with him. What he hadn’t been expecting was for her to lean up and kiss him like she had. He didn’t even have time to react to it before it was over. His eyes were just shut for a moment before she hit some buttons and slipped out of the elevator. Why the hell had she kissed him? He wasn’t complaining, though he wasn’t normally one to kiss a random stranger. She was hardly a stranger though. He knew some things about her he just had never met her before. “W-wait!” He spoke up just as the doors closed and a frown tugged his lips downward. If it weren’t for these stupid papers he would have been able to talk to her more and maybe find out what department she was in. He would figure it out eventually. If not he would follow his owl to her house or something, not caring how creepy that might be. He sighed and leaned back against the wall of the elevator, shaking his head. What was this girl doing to him? He couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss even as he stepped out of the elevator and went off to deliver his paperwork. Word count: 570 :: Tag: closed :: Note: end?

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