Are You Mister Graves? {Percival Graves x Reader}

Chapter 1

May 13, 1920

     "Mr.Graves? May I come in?" Asks a young woman as she knocked on the Auror's door. He worked on paperwork as he waved his two left fingers slightly, which unlocked the door and opened it.

     "What is it that you need, Miss Goldstein?" The man asked as he continued to write, he finished that sheet as he went to the sheet on the pile. The paper he was finished with levitated up into air and neatly onto the pile of finished paperwork. Tina Goldstein gulps slightly as she looked down at the marble floor and tucked her short hair behind her ear.

     "Madam President told me to call for you," She says.

     "Is it urgent matters?" He asks as he continued to work, not looking up at her as he did so.

     "Well, she requested for you to come up to Major Investigation Department." He breathed out a sigh as he paused writing for a moment before he put his black ink fountain pen down.

     "Again, Miss Goldstein, is it urgent matters?" Tina breathes out a sigh as well.

     "Madam President requests you, Mr.Graves, to go up to Major Investigation Department to meet someone. It is as certain that it's not really that urgent but she urges me to tell you to meet this person." He looks up at her with his dark eyes finally.

     "See? Wasn't that hard, was it now?" He asks as he stands, she rolls her eyes slightly, he straightens out his vest as he stands, "Now you can go and tell Madam President that I will be there in a moment." She nods as she walks off. With a wave of his hand, the door closes after her and locks automatically. He motions his monochrome colored coat over which levitated from his coat hanger and flew over to him, it being open in air so he could slip his arms in easily. Fixing it a little before fixing his necktie. He grabbed his wand and put it in holster as he walked out. The door opening then closing behind him and locking automatically.

     Percival Graves, looked upon by many who weren't in the highest social status in MACUSA, the Magical Congress of the United States of America, such as an Auror. He wasn't just an Auror neither. But also Director of Magical Security and head of MACUSA's Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Graves was looked upon for his nonverbal magic (Casting spells without saying them out loud and which was rather advanced as well), apparition when needing to move fast, and his high level of control and mastery for wandless magic. He was also looked upon for being highly determined, professional, intelligent, charming (to the fellow witches in MACUSA). There were many and many things he was looked up for as he walked to the Major Investigation Department with a stoic face.

     'Who could Madam President want me to meet if it's this urgent? Woodrow Wilson?' Percival thinks as he smoothed his hair back and stepped into the elevator. The short elevator operator who was a house elf stood near the buttons as he looked up at Percival with his squinting eyes.

     "Where to, Mr.Graves?" He asks with hoarse and raspy voice.

     "Major Investigation Department." He says as he slipped his hands into his coat pockets and leaned back against the wall. The house elf presses the button and the doors close as the elevator goes down. Once to the floor, the doors open and he walks out, "Thanks." He says to the house elf as he walks away. Percival heads down the hall and opens the doors. At the large table stood Madam Seraphina Picquery who was the President of MACUSA, Tina, and another young woman. This woman had (h/l) (h/c) hair, and (s/c) skin. Percival looked at this woman skeptically up and down as he stood at the table with them as she looked at him too, his dark eyes meeting her (e/c) ones. "You called for me, Madam President?" He says looking away from the young woman's (E/c) orbs and to Madam President. She gives a single nod.