RP: Misunderstandings
Title: Misunderstandings
Date: 09/03/1998
Time of Day: 8:30pm
Characters: Patricia Stimpson, Charlie Weasley
Location: Diagon Alley
Status: Semi Public - DND
Brief Summary: Patricia hunts down Charlie for a task
Completion: Complete
Warnings: none
"Patricia, I need you to take these files to the new employee in the Magical Creatures department," Coleman said, placing them unceremoniously on her desk. Patricia looked up from the reports she had been working on, trying not to frown. "They're the files on the centaur rebellion," he explained, tapping them with his pudgy finger. "Spain is requesting Ministry help on centaur relations, and quite frankly, we have enough to worry within our own department to place this as a high priority. If it weren't for the situation being an international problem, this wouldn't be an issue, but seeing as it is--" Coleman broke off and straightened his tie. "See that Charles Weasley gets this as soon as possible, will you? Explain to him that this is really more of a situation they are poised to deal with, so to speak, and that the Minister is requesting that he deal with this at once."
"Yes, sir," Patricia said, setting down her quill and silently wondering why Coleman simply didn't send the files to the Magical Creatures department with a memo.
"Mind you, if this new chap refuses, or is simply too busy, than the Minister will reassign the project to me, and I'm too swamped to deal with it." He shot her a pointed look. "Have you ever spoken with centaurs, Patricia?"
Frowning, Patricia picked up the files and clutched them to her chest. "Er, no, sir."
"Ah. Well, if it comes down to it, you should be prepared to." He wandered away, leaving Patricia scowling after him. HER work with centaurs? She would rather bathe in Botbubber Puss!
The thought alone had her resolve to get rid of this project as soon as possible. Patricia hurried away from her cramped office, her feet moving briskly along the halls as she entered the lift and made her way to the Department of Magical Creatures. Still scowling, Patricia exited the lift, ignoring those around her as she came upon two stout witches, currently whispering excitedly to one another. "Excuse me," she said importantly. "I need to find Charles Weasley's office?"
"Oh!" The witches glanced at one another, their expressions eager. "Actually, it was quite interesting what happened this morning--"
Her patience unraveled quickly. "I don't care what happened this morning," she snapped. "If you don't mind, please point me in the proper direction."
The witch sneered and lifted a fat finger down the hall. Patricia hurried off, ignoring their snickers behind her back. She had no time for space wasters and the reports piled up on her desk simply couldn't wait for such a mundane task as this. Unfortunately, the office assigned to Weasley was empty. Frustrated, Patricia glanced up and down the hall. She considered leaving the files for him and a note, but she couldn't trust that he would be intelligent enough to understand her instructions. Chewing on the inside of her cheek, Patricia grabbed a piece of parchment and quill, writing a memo for Weasley to come see her as soon as he returned to his office. Leaving the note on his chair, she took the files and returned at once to her office to finish her own work.
It was a habit of hers to stay well past her scheduled hour. She often left the Ministry after sunset, but one of her greatest pet peeves was leaving her desk with work unfinished. Tonight was no different. But her reports had been finished and sent off to the proper departments. Coleman's weekly hours had been assessed and sent to payroll. Everything was complete. Patricia stood and grabbed her cloak, eager to get home and soak in a bath and finish her book on the fascinating discovery of hidden magical societies in America. Her gaze fell upon the files to the left of her desk. The files she was suppose to deliver to Weasley.
"Oh no," she whined, picking them up and rushing from her office. The Ministry halls were quieter now, and nearly vacant. Inner office memos still flew overhead, late workers and night shift Aurors watched her as she ran past. Weasley's office was still empty when she arrived, though she already had a feeling he had left. How could he leave when she had specifically asked him to contact her?
"Irresponsible," she muttered. She couldn't let Coleman know she had forgotten to give the task to Weasley. No, she hadn't forgotten, she had done her part. It was Weasley who ignored her request! Still, if Coleman found out she still had the files tomorrow, she would be stuck with traveling to Spain and dealing with the centaurs. On the verge of angry tears, Patricia took off toward Ministry Personnel.
Moments later she walked out with Weasley's address, thankful to find he lived in Diagon Alley. She would just drop them off at his home, explain her instructions and the obvious miscommunication of importance regarding the project. It was only eight thirty, surely a decent hour to stop by.
When she arrived, she stared at the brightly lit shop that bore the address. Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. She pursed her lips, wondering just how many Weasleys there actually were. Patrons moved about the shop, a blonde clerk chasing them around, touting the ridiculous products. Patricia was reluctant to enter and very nearly turned to leave when she saw the stairs leading up to a flat above. Relieved, she realized Weasley must live above his brother's shop and she carefully moved up the stairs, trying her best not to touch the dirty railing. She knocked loudly and shifted the files in her hand.
When the door opened, she came face to face with the man she could only assume was Charles Weasley. He looked perturbed and suspicious, which only heightened her irritation.
"Charles Weasley?"
Date: 09/03/1998
Time of Day: 8:30pm
Characters: Patricia Stimpson, Charlie Weasley
Location: Diagon Alley
Status: Semi Public - DND
Brief Summary: Patricia hunts down Charlie for a task
Completion: Complete
Warnings: none
"Patricia, I need you to take these files to the new employee in the Magical Creatures department," Coleman said, placing them unceremoniously on her desk. Patricia looked up from the reports she had been working on, trying not to frown. "They're the files on the centaur rebellion," he explained, tapping them with his pudgy finger. "Spain is requesting Ministry help on centaur relations, and quite frankly, we have enough to worry within our own department to place this as a high priority. If it weren't for the situation being an international problem, this wouldn't be an issue, but seeing as it is--" Coleman broke off and straightened his tie. "See that Charles Weasley gets this as soon as possible, will you? Explain to him that this is really more of a situation they are poised to deal with, so to speak, and that the Minister is requesting that he deal with this at once."
"Yes, sir," Patricia said, setting down her quill and silently wondering why Coleman simply didn't send the files to the Magical Creatures department with a memo.
"Mind you, if this new chap refuses, or is simply too busy, than the Minister will reassign the project to me, and I'm too swamped to deal with it." He shot her a pointed look. "Have you ever spoken with centaurs, Patricia?"
Frowning, Patricia picked up the files and clutched them to her chest. "Er, no, sir."
"Ah. Well, if it comes down to it, you should be prepared to." He wandered away, leaving Patricia scowling after him. HER work with centaurs? She would rather bathe in Botbubber Puss!
The thought alone had her resolve to get rid of this project as soon as possible. Patricia hurried away from her cramped office, her feet moving briskly along the halls as she entered the lift and made her way to the Department of Magical Creatures. Still scowling, Patricia exited the lift, ignoring those around her as she came upon two stout witches, currently whispering excitedly to one another. "Excuse me," she said importantly. "I need to find Charles Weasley's office?"
"Oh!" The witches glanced at one another, their expressions eager. "Actually, it was quite interesting what happened this morning--"
Her patience unraveled quickly. "I don't care what happened this morning," she snapped. "If you don't mind, please point me in the proper direction."
The witch sneered and lifted a fat finger down the hall. Patricia hurried off, ignoring their snickers behind her back. She had no time for space wasters and the reports piled up on her desk simply couldn't wait for such a mundane task as this. Unfortunately, the office assigned to Weasley was empty. Frustrated, Patricia glanced up and down the hall. She considered leaving the files for him and a note, but she couldn't trust that he would be intelligent enough to understand her instructions. Chewing on the inside of her cheek, Patricia grabbed a piece of parchment and quill, writing a memo for Weasley to come see her as soon as he returned to his office. Leaving the note on his chair, she took the files and returned at once to her office to finish her own work.
It was a habit of hers to stay well past her scheduled hour. She often left the Ministry after sunset, but one of her greatest pet peeves was leaving her desk with work unfinished. Tonight was no different. But her reports had been finished and sent off to the proper departments. Coleman's weekly hours had been assessed and sent to payroll. Everything was complete. Patricia stood and grabbed her cloak, eager to get home and soak in a bath and finish her book on the fascinating discovery of hidden magical societies in America. Her gaze fell upon the files to the left of her desk. The files she was suppose to deliver to Weasley.
"Oh no," she whined, picking them up and rushing from her office. The Ministry halls were quieter now, and nearly vacant. Inner office memos still flew overhead, late workers and night shift Aurors watched her as she ran past. Weasley's office was still empty when she arrived, though she already had a feeling he had left. How could he leave when she had specifically asked him to contact her?
"Irresponsible," she muttered. She couldn't let Coleman know she had forgotten to give the task to Weasley. No, she hadn't forgotten, she had done her part. It was Weasley who ignored her request! Still, if Coleman found out she still had the files tomorrow, she would be stuck with traveling to Spain and dealing with the centaurs. On the verge of angry tears, Patricia took off toward Ministry Personnel.
Moments later she walked out with Weasley's address, thankful to find he lived in Diagon Alley. She would just drop them off at his home, explain her instructions and the obvious miscommunication of importance regarding the project. It was only eight thirty, surely a decent hour to stop by.
When she arrived, she stared at the brightly lit shop that bore the address. Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. She pursed her lips, wondering just how many Weasleys there actually were. Patrons moved about the shop, a blonde clerk chasing them around, touting the ridiculous products. Patricia was reluctant to enter and very nearly turned to leave when she saw the stairs leading up to a flat above. Relieved, she realized Weasley must live above his brother's shop and she carefully moved up the stairs, trying her best not to touch the dirty railing. She knocked loudly and shifted the files in her hand.
When the door opened, she came face to face with the man she could only assume was Charles Weasley. He looked perturbed and suspicious, which only heightened her irritation.
"Charles Weasley?"