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[The feed opens quite abruptly on a young man looking into the device with a combination of consternation and confusion. A finger appears and taps on the screen, then the view promptly swings around to a pair of perfectly polished dress shoes. The view shakes for a moment before coming back to Percy's face, brow still furrowed.]

Oh, I think it's one of those communication devices - felly - no - telly - telephones? Is it on?

[He speaks loudly now.]

Hello?! Can anyone hear me?

[Beat. He looks worried, biting his lip, then squares his jaw, thinks for a moment, and continues. His tone is firm and authoritative, though those who know him well might be able to spot a very fine thread of fear running through it.]

If anyone can hear me, then I demand safe passage back to England immediately. I am employed by the British government and I guarantee that the Minister will not be pleased to find I have been taken.

I await your response.

Now how do I turn this off?

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[Merlin's beard. Merlin's beard. What's the City playing at? He's never been here before, not until that one weekend, and that had to have been a fluke because Percy Weasley doesn't ever follow where his family's been, not for years—Merlin, it's been years—and here he is because who else could it be, she can't forget a face, even if it belongs to her estranged older brother.

Had they even parted on good terms that weekend? Civil, at least? She'd been awful. But they'd still spoken. They'd been in the same room and she didn't draw her wand.

Breathe.

Breathe.

... How is she supposed to react to this? How is she supposed to greet him?]

[ Ow. Yes, they can hear you. More importantly, the confusion toward technology and the red hair remind her of several people she knows. ]

There should be a button to turn it off, probably a red one, but they turn on themselves half the time anyway.

[ Pause. ]

I can't help with the rest, though. None of us can.

I'm terribly afraid that the Minister has no power here. Unfortunately you're stuck for the time being.

You won't get any help from him.

Oh, are you from England? How lovely! Yes, you're doing it quite right, we can all hear you admirably--you could stand to speak a bit softer, really, and we'd all still hear you just fine--and I don't think you'll want to turn it off just yet, before anyone can answer you, but when you do there ought to be a button on the side near a little red light? Or possibly a switch of some sort, but it's usually near a red light, and that's how you know if it's on or off.

[Oh - god, okay, he has to bite down on a laugh, but he still sounds dreadfully amused when he responds, because he can't even be surprised.]

Try the little button at the top.

Beg pardon, so very much pardon, always pardon, except when not: are you... pulling... rank?

And another arrives.

[Oh, this one's really something. She can't help but giggle a little.]

Having a little trouble there?

Ah, Mr. Weasley.

[ The surprise in her voice is only a little obvious. It's taking Mineva a little longer than usual to get used to all of this. ]

I'm sure by now you've been told the bad news?

[No way. No bloody way. Hadn't he been talking to Hanna about this, once? How Perce'd never come here but if he did, he'd have his knickers right in a knot from the get-go? It was all a joke, a mere jest, a quiet, unspoken hope, but Fred never imagined he'd actually show. He was certain that odd weekend would've been it, a lucky mishap, and that was all. That was enough.

...No, of course that wasn't bloody enough because Percy is here, and there's something altogether wonderful and terrible tearing at the useless lump of flesh in his chest that stopped beating long ago yet manages to hurt all the same. Even still, there's no denying the excitement, the possibility that maybe, just maybe, they'll actually have a chance to be brothers again before he's torn away by an explosion--]

I don't know if the Minister is quite going to notice you're gone, Perce.

[He may be acting snarky (come on, it's his default) but George's face 100% says OMG PERCY!)

[Pay no mind to the giggling on her end, Percy. Your 'demands' made her laugh.]

Good luck with that, new guy.

[ There is absolutely no way this is happening. First the City brings Fred back, but not entirely, then it brings Ron, then takes him away. Snape seems to be back, Professor McGonagall is here... Harry's mother -- But this? This? Next she knows, Molly and Arthur will show! She just stares for a moment before she responds. ]

Percy? Percy, is that really you?

You work for the British government, and you're shouting into what's basically a cellphone.

[Also calling it a fellytone.]

That's got to be the worst cover story.

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