Daily Runs(Audrey)

[percy ignatius weasley]

Percy was doing his usual runs that the Minister sent him on. He didn't mind looking around and seeing what others were doing. What he definitely liked about this was making sure everyone was following the rules and help keep the place in order.

Order. Rules. Two things that are always associated with Percy Weasley. He ran a hand through his curly red hair as he walked to Level Nine. Department of Mysteries.

Ah. His least favorite department. To much, mystery. He wasn't good with that. He liked things to be as they are supposed to be.

As he walked down and stared at the desks and things of the Unspeakables, he noticed a clean desk thrown amongst the many cluttered ones.

He raised his eyebrow slightly and blinked at the young woman behind it. He had seen her before but nothing ever caught her eye. And that still hadn't really happened. The desk caught his eye.

No the woman looked like any regular woman. He inclined his head politely as he passed her desk.

[audrey claire robineaux]

There were five Unspeakables employed by the ministry at the present time, and Audrey found it odd to be the only one in the main office when the Minister's Junior Secretary wandered in. Audrey naturally knew who Percy Weasley was, it was impossible not to while working for the Ministry, and she wasn't exactly a fan of him. He had never been rude or untoward to her, hell, he didn't even know who she was most likely, but there was a certain arrogance to the way that he presented himself that made Audrey roll her eyes. She usually didn't have anything to do with him, as the head Unspeakable was always the one to deal with the higher ups on any paperwork or meetings.

Unfortunately, the head Unspeakable had the day off, which was the reason that Audrey was sitting at his desk. Her own was buried under several stacks of miscellaneous trinkets and memos, and she hadn't felt up to clearing a small square to place her lunch on. After all, old Atticus wouldn't notice that she had been sitting at his desk, surely.

She glanced up when Percy strolled in and looked around immediately for someone else to foist him off on, but her fellow Unspeakables were still in the corridor beyond the office, leaving Audrey alone. Fabulous.

"Mr. Weasley?" Audrey asked, her tone pleasant enough, despite her uncertain expression. "Is there something I can help you with?" She set her sandwich down and wiped her fingers daintily on a napkin before standing up. She wasn't a short woman, but Percy made her look short, and rather defenseless at that. "Atticus isn't here."

[percy ignatius weasley]

Percy looked around and noticed no one was in here. That wasn't very unusual. But then he took a good, long look at the desk and realized whose it was. It was Atticus'. He should of known.

But no, he usually didn't talk to him at his desk. No, this girl became nothing again. Back to not even a small blip on his radar.

He looked at her, actually taking her in. Nope, nothing at all. "I can see that," he sounded very prim and aggitated. Like he didn't want people to state the obvious. Which, was very true.

He didn't care for people to bother him with obvious things. It was a waste of his time for someone to tell him the things he already knew.

But, he still needed to know if there was anything new going on in the department. And most likely she would know this. So he stepped closer to the desk,"I need to know if there is anything new the department is working on."

[audrey claire robineaux]

Audrey raised her brows, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. All of her conversations with Percy Weasley had been minute "sorry"s or "excuse me"s in the hallway, never more than a few words or a few thoughts. She had to wonder how the minister didn't kill him for his snobby impertinence- after all, what did he have to be so proud about? He wasn't rich, he wasn't the actual minister, so why the hell was he so snobby?

If he hated people being obvious, Audrey hated jerks. Between this guy and James Holbrook, really, who needed enemies? At least Holbrook had apologized for being a jackass. "Nothing new since yesterday." She answered sweetly, but her eyes were cold steel. She did not get paid enough to deal with Percy Weasley. And to top it all off, she shouldn't be dealing with him anyway- it wasn't her job.

"Mysteries are still mysteries, and therefore still being examined." She stood up, dropping her sandwich in the wastebin, and walked around him. She had every intent of leaving him standing there as she went back to her own tests and spells in the veil room (which, to make a bad situation worse, was her least favorite room). She went around him and through the back door of the office, into the corridor that led to the circular chamber of mysteries.

[percy ignatius weasley]

Percy watched her stalk off and felt like she had wounded him in the way she talked to him. He wanted respect, which is why he had been trying so bloody hard to become Minister. He wanted to pull away from his poor roots and make something out of himself.

He followed her, deciding to watch some tests and see if the department was even working hard enough to solve the mysteries. Or that was the excuse he made to himself and would make if she said anything about it.

He really wanted to watch her screw up so he can get her back for making him feel like the person he didn't want to be.

[audrey claire robineaux]

Audrey could hear him behind her, though her expression didn't waver. She walked down the long corridor into the door at the end. It was unfortunate for her that Percy was so high in ranking, really- the types of testing that went on in the department was top secret, but because he was the undersecretary, he was privy to the knowledge. She had half a mind to leave him in the turning chamber.

She opened the door and went into the round entryway, with its polished floor that looked like standing water. She paid no attention to Percy, but the floor didn't begin to rotate until the door had shut behind him. Audrey had come into this room so many times over the last few years that the rotating floor didn't bother her, she seemed to hardly notice as suddenly the world began to spin.

She had originally intended to enter the Death chamber, but with Percy along for the ride... she had a better idea. If he was going to make himself a nuisance, then she was going to at least use him to further the studies.

She walked confidently to one of the doors, the only one that could not be opened by spell, and placed her hand against the door. The heat given off by the door was almost enough to make her feel faint, but just when her vision blurred the door swung open, registering her touch as that of an Unspeakable.

She walked inside, the heat reducing slightly, now to something more resembling a sauna, and she peeled off her sweater to the pink tank top she had underneath. The sounds of flowing water was pleasant, and she cast Percy a look over her shoulder as she walked to the fountain in the center of the room. The water was faintly pink, but Audrey knew better- it wasn't water at all. The ever-locked chamber was where the mystery of love was studied, and the fountain was really amortentia, or the potion that smelled like one's true love. Audrey produced a small vial and filled it before bringing it back to Percy, thrusting it into his hand.

"What does this smell like to you?"

[percy ignatius weasley]

Percy followed her until the floor began to spend. He hardly ever came down here, and that was for his own reasons. He got sick easily and this spinning floor was not helping his stomach. But he was refusing to show any weakness.

So he kept walking, his face in his usual grimace but his face was slightly on the green side. When she thrusted the vial into his hand, he quirked a brow but just shrugged it off and placed it to his nose.

He smelt it and something weird happened. He wasn't really sure what it smelt like. It had a mixture of smells he had no clue were even possible to be smells.

"It smells like pizza, books, smarts, bravery, loyalty, stubbornness, tea, bubbles, and something like peace," he had a faint smile on his lips. All of these smelled wonderful together, it wasn't a gross mixture of pizza and books but something beautiful. "What is this? It's wonderful."

[audrey claire robineaux]

Audrey was trying very hard not to smirk at the slightly greenish cast to Percy's face- it served him right. Instead, she settled for a slightly sheepish expression, but her eyes glittered with humor. "Quite poetic, aren't you?" She asked, taking the vial from him and dumping it back in the fountain. She pocketed the glass again, sitting on the edge of the fountain as she watched him. The pinkish sheen coming off the water made the natural highlights of her hair stand out, making it more coppery than brown.

"Amortentia." She answered, tilting her head. "It smells different for everyone." She turned her face away, the smell coming off it for her putting her at ease, less irritated with him. To her, it smelled like books, polished wood, fresh air, parchment, and though it was impossible to smell it, order. Safety. It made her put her guard down, and almost made her not hate the fact she was being bothered by such a stuffy git.

[percy ignatius weasley]

"Well maybe you should bottle that and sell it," Percy said matter-of-factly. He watched her with a confussed expression. He wished he could smell it every single day of his life instead of just now.

He wondered if anything could ever smell, so wonderful. It actually made him wish he had someone to share it with. Almost made him think twice of the revenge he has been seeking. Almost made him want to change who he was and be less stuffy and arogant.

Instead he blinked and sighed,"That is must wonderful." He really really wished now that he could stay in this very room for the rest of his life. But maybe not with the person he was stuck with at the moment. But someone who was as wonderful as the smell he was smelling right at that moment.

[audrey claire robineaux]

"It's illegal to use." Audrey turned her head to look at him, surely he, the king of all rules and order large and small, knew that? "But it does smell nice." She pulled her hair over her shoulder, absently playing with the ends while she surveyed him. She wasn't sure exactly what he wanted from her, or why he had been so damn determined to follow her down here- it was clear he hadn't been in this room before.

"So what can I do for you?" Audrey asked finally, her tone once again professional and guarded. She didn't trust Percy farther than she could throw him, and she felt self conscious being in this room while he was there with her. She usually liked working in here, the beautiful smell calmed her nerves and usually made her job pleasant. Now, she just felt like she was on display. "Surely you didn't come down here just for the company." I didn't.

[percy ignatius weasley]

Percy blinked out of his revree and shook his head slightly. Wow, he should of known that. Wait, he did know that. He wanted to hit himself over the head. He was willing to break rules for this stuff. God what was he thinking.

He had a job to get done and things to handle. He looked at her,"I don't like company." He turned towards the potion, the smell was now less pleseant and more intoxicating and annoying.

It was causing him to lose focus to think about doing things he would of never thought possible. He had to get out of this room and out of it fast before he forgot his intetions. "I wanted to make sure works was getting done."

[audrey claire robineaux]

"Well, now you see what I do every day." Audrey said dryly, her eyes cold once again. "I sit in a room that smells nice, and call it work." She felt like he was being even more condescending than usual, what did he really think she was doing? The Department of Mysteries was one of the most dangerous places to work in the ministry, alongside the auror department. The things contained in this part of the building could kill her, or in the case of the potion in the fountain behind her, drive her mad.

Then again, Percy was doing a good enough job of that on his own.

She stood up, dropping her sweater on the ground, and moved forward until there was only an inch or so between them. "What is your problem?" She asked quietly but deliberately. Something about the heat, and the smell, of this room was making her blood boil, and she wanted to slap him, or push him in the fountain, or... NO. She was definitely not doing that. "You've been nothing but curt with me for the last fifteen minutes."

[percy ignatius weasley]

"That is not what I meant," Percy said defensivly. He was not trying to be mean. That was old Percy, the one before Fred died. And this woman was insulting him as if he was trying to offend her. He was just trying to get work done.

"I meant.." he looked at her as she walked closer. Was she actually saying what she was saying. Bloody Hell. "I just want to get my work done. And what I do is make sure other people are working. Your working I see that."

He watched her curiously. No one has ever attempted telling him off and this girl was stunning him. His brain was still foggy for being in this room with the smell. Bloody hell what was he thinking. "I'm not trying to be anything," he said with a look of pure confusion on his face.

[audrey claire robineaux]

"Then what did you mean?" Audrey demanded. Most people never saw her get confrontational, but Percy seemed to bring out the best of her, the git. "Because I'd really like to know."

She didn't back away, even after his explanation, but continued to stare up at him. She wasn't used to being treated with such casual disregard, and it really rubbed her the wrong way. "There's a way to do your job, and there's a way to be an ass while doing it." She sniffed, surprised at herself. What had gotten into her?

"You don't like me, I get it." She said, folding her arms across her chest. Despite her anger, she looked vaguely hurt. "I just want to know- what did I ever do to you?"

Oh yes, this was a historically bad idea.

[percy ignatius weasley]

Now Percy was more confused then he was five seconds before. When was he an asshole? When did he ever say he didn't like her? What the bloody hell was going on here?

He looked at her, his face still holding the confused look it was before. "What? I didn't say that? I was...huh..what," he babbled. He wasn't a babbler so his reaction was confusing him more then what she had said. And that bloody smell.

He rubbed his temple for a minute, his eyes closed. He was trying to get his mind together. His eyes fluttered open,"You didn't do anything to me, and I never said I didn't like you. I don't even know you."