fantasticbeasts_kinkmeme | Prompt Post #2

ROUND 2

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The Ministry of Magic was a building nothing like MACUSA. Situated beneath Whitehall, the cavernous spaces were immense in a way that the American Building was not. Percival glanced around where they had been deposited by the portkey, and found himself stood in the atrium, glancing down at the dark wood floor and then up at the peacock blue ceiling. Floo fireplaces lined the walls and people rushed in and out of them, each focused on their own jobs. The minister led the group to one of the elevators, which rose up to the very top floor. Here the floor was a thick purple carpet, and the walls lined with wood. It was quiet.

“Scamander, I believe your brother is waiting for you. Can you fetch Graves his robes?” The minister said, and Scamander nodded, walking away down the corridor and leaving Percival stood with the three other aurors and the minister.
“Graves.” The Minister addressed him. “Our American Officer from the International Magical Office of Law will be ready to sign the registers with you. The ceremony takes place in an hour.” He turned away with the air of someone who had somewhere far more important to be.

The auror that Percival thought was Nott turned towards him.
“Your mother was muggle born was she not?”
“What of it?” Percival spat. He might have been wandless, but he was not going to stand here and listen to his parents being insulted.
“My brother wanted to know. Twenty eight then. Shame. The Scamanders had a good history.”

“Did I manage to disqualify us from your brother’s little project?” Theseus asked, walking back with a bundle of fabric. He pressed it to Percival’s arms. “Good.” He smirked at Nott and then grinned at Percival. “See you in a bit.” With that he walked off, and Bulstrode led Percival to an empty room.
“You can change in there.”

With that he swept out, leaving Percival alone. A quick glance out into the corridor confirmed that both Bulstrode and Nott were guarding the door. Percival wished he could apparate. He glanced at the cloth he had been handed, and realised one major problem – he had no idea of how you were meant to wear robes.

He couldn’t help wondering whether this was somehow Theseus’s revenge for Percival laughing at the fact he had worn robes for school. He untangled the mess of fabric – it was deep crimson, with teal edging and bronze embroidery swirling up the sides. It was beautiful, just entirely impractical for anything.

Trying to dress could wait for a minute – first of all, he needed to find out what it was that Starling had slipped him. He hoped Starling hadn’t taken Kathern’s lead and given him some aphrodisiac – today was bad enough without being drugged. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a small matchbox made of gold, with a silver drawer inside of it. He recognised it instantly – Starling had confiscated it from some smugglers the year before. For a moment he thought he would have to tell his aurors off for raiding his office, before remembering that they were no longer his aurors, and that it was Henery’s office now.

He turned the matchbox over in his hands and then opened it. It was empty aside from a small piece of paper.
“Let us know if you need help.” It said, in Henery’s writing. He swallowed and put the matchbox down on the table, knowing that his aurors had its partner. Anything he placed inside would travel to them, and vice versa. He wasn’t abandoned. He blinked back tears of relief that threatened, hoping he could somehow hide this from both of his husbands.

He turned his attention to the robes, stretching the fabric out. He shrugged off his suit jacket, leaving the rest of his clothing where he was, then ran his fingers over the embroidered fabric. He worked out where the sleeves were, and put his arms into them. The fabric fell over his shoulders to the floor. He glanced at the robes, straightening the front of them and making sure it looked good. If he had had a pen he would send a note back, but he couldn’t see one anywhere. He searched through the desk drawer and found a quill and a bottle of ink. He sat in the chair, turning the paper over and dipping the nib into the ink. It splodged when he first put the feather down, splashing onto the inside of his robe.

He rubbed at the stain but made it worse. As it was in the lining, he knew he would just have to hope no one saw. He picked the quill up and he tried again after a moment, managing to scratch out “Thank you” onto the scrap of paper. He blew on it until the ink had dried, and then put it back into the matchbox, knowing his aurors would find it safely. He slipped the matchbox back into his pocket.

There was nothing else to do but sit and wait to be called. His mind wandered back to being eighteen, waiting to marry Jauncey. He hadn’t been sure about the older man, had been a little frightened, but his father had made it clear to him that it would be necessary to secure their family’s future and to prevent MACUSA ending up in a state of civil war.

He had sat on the desk, swinging his legs a little, checking that his tie was straight and waiting to be called into the hall. His family and Jauncey’s were there, along with a few others. This was a marriage to help MACUSA, and the emotions and fears that twisted in Percival’s chest didn’t matter. What happened next wouldn’t matter in the eyes of MACUSA as long as it settled the arguments that had been bubbling beneath the surface. A Graves had always been in the service of MACUSA. For Percival, this was how he would serve, and how he felt didn’t matter.

It didn’t matter now either. He was marrying to keep the peace between Britain and America. Theseus had never been cruel back in the war. There was a chance that no cruelty had set in. But Grindelwald had tried to kill Theseus’s brother wearing Percival’s face, and that wasn’t something that could easily be forgiven.

A knock to the door startled him, and he stumbled to his feet.

Nott nodded at him, and gestured for him to follow him along the corridor. The door opened to a large room, which reminded him a little of the Pentagram Office – but here there was mahogany on the walls and a sapphire carpet on the floor. He looked up to the far end of the room.

Both Scamander brothers stood there. The older was dressed in crimson robes that were edged with gold, and his brother was dressed in a long black coat with yellow embroidered creatures dancing over the cloth. Newt Scamander had his head down, staring at the floor, as Theseus Scamander stared straight across the room towards Percival.

Percival wanted to run.

He took a step forwards.

It's a pleasure to read this. Each chapter is getting more and more interesting. All the details (clothes, etc.) makes it come alive. I love how Percy has a strengt of character even tough he is nervous, powerless in a new evironment. I can't wait to see him interact more with the Scamanders.

Author!Anon Thank you ever so much for this lovely comment! From chapter 5 on he will get much more chance to interact, and I am glad you liked the clothes!

Awww poor bb. Good work anon.

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