Chapter 555 - The Office of the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts (2/2)
Without even glancing up the right-hand wizard of Mr. Weasley, Mr. Perkins, a silver-haired warlock shoos her away with his hand. ”Go and hand it over to Arthur. And tell him, I quote, 'to get his arse into gear as his wife is inviting over the family for dinner, and he can't be late, or she'll have his head on a platter.”
”Right, sir,” Charity chocked, before turning around to walk over to the nearby office door, and politely knocking.
The sound of something falling to the ground and brief cursing is heard, before something is set to right's again., ”Please enter, I'm ready now,” a voice finally said.
Charity opens the door to be greeted by the sight of a tall, thin, redheaded wizard with warm blue eyes, and freckles. ”Mr. Weasley-.”
Charity is unable to finish her sentence as Arthur Weasley shakes his head and firmly interrupts her. ”Charity, we went to Hogwarts together. You are only two years younger than me. Please do not make me feel so old. I've told you to please call me, Arthur.”
The former Hufflepuff flashes the Gryffindor a cheeky smile and says, ”I know, but it's quite fun to pull on your tail, Arthur.”
”Charity,” Arthur rather good-natured points his finger at her, before saying, ”So what is it?”
”Just the A.P.D. report for your eyes only,” Charity replied handing over the sealed intelligence report.
”Thank you,” Arthur gratefully said as he cracked the folder seal open and begins to intently read the report inside. His eyes slightly widen at reading the following information that Harold Minchum had been declared officially missing. The news was to remain hidden until the Auror's and A.P.D. were able to properly interview those last seen with him. Until that time, the mention of Harold Minchum and any ongoing investigation was classified as secure.
Arthur furrows his brows as he rubs his chin thoughtfully. Was it truly getting to be that dangerous that Ministry officials were being openly attacked? But then again, it must be in retaliation to the raid led by Auror Clements.
Arthur is lost in own thoughts and barely hears, Charity with an impish smirk says, ”And Mr. Perkins, and I quote says, 'Get your arse into gear as your wife is inviting over the family for dinner, and you can't be late, or she'll have your head on a platter,' end quote.”
Arthur's eyes finally widen in shock as his brain at long last relays the message to his conscious. He hurriedly glances at the corner of his office, where a clock is at. ”By Rowena's feather-tufted head!” Arthur swore, before shoving the case file into a secure drawer and grabbing his robes from the back of his chair.
”Thank you, Charity,” Arthur said as he hurriedly put on his robes.
Charity merely flashes him another grin, before heading out the office door as Arthur follows right on her feet, before closing the office shut behind him. Two desks away, he suddenly hurries back inside to grab his wand and lock up his office for the day.
There is laughter all around at seeing their normally cheerful boss so very frazzled. ”Good luck,” various shouts are heard after him followed by a chorus of chuckles. However, it was all good intended. And no one ever had their feelings hurt for that was something that Arthur Weasley had made noticeably clear on the first day of work. They would respect each other or not work there at all.
There had been a couple of new recruits that had tested the rules and after two stern warnings, they were fired. After that, no one tested the usually mild-mannered man. Because no matter how calm a Gryffindor might be, a lion is still a lion at heart.