Even Wolves Roam In Packs: Percival x Reader

Ch. 3

Percival anxiously waited for a paper. He wasn't sure if there would be a call for his dismissal or if he'd be praised for his heroism. Percival had did some research of his own to find just what type of witch (Name) was. He had found that her article could be career killers. Her readers would eat up any lie she could feed them. The deeper Percival dug, the less he could find out about her. Sure there were the basics like her name, but he couldn't find any previous employments nor much about her personal life. Her career path looked more like a war path to Percival. Besides being a career killer, she had connections to the Department of Philosophy. She had written numerous papers on their half and perhaps what terrified him the most, she had clearance above him. He was only aware the President had that kind of clearance.

A knocking rattled against his door. He called out for the stranger to enter. In the doorway was (Name). She stood there in her black suit, paper in hand. She almost floated as she glided across the floor to his desk. And for a moment, Percival thought he was going to lose his composure. She held out the paper, which had been rolled up. A simple red ribbon held its shape. She held it out like a diploma to Percival. He looked at for a second unsure of what to do.

"I thought you should see it before it's released to the public," (Name) explained as Percival took the newspaper. Quickly untying the paper, he was met with the moving pictures and the headlines: "SIX AURORAS DEAD, ARE NO-MAJS AT FAULT?" Percival skimmed and scan through the article. He admired how (Name) turned most of the heat away from his department and more towards the No-Majs who had attacked at them in a panic. He let out a breath of relief as he noticed, his name nowhere mentioned.

As (Name) walked towards the door, he called out for her.

"Thank you Ms. Grimmauld," he gave a nod of gratitude.

"Call it a favor," she walked out the door, leaving Percival wondering what he had gotten himself into.

Being in dept to (Name) was slowly tearing away at Percival's mind. He was on edge wondering what type of favor she would ask of him, and if he would be able to meet it. He had learned in his obsessive research, that the last person in dept to (Name), as ask to fill a hefty price. When they were unable to fulfill it, their career died soon after. On the other hand, what he had heard about her were just rumors.

A knocking on his door, pulled him for his thoughts. He called out for them to enter and was met with a cup of coffee from Queenie. She was almost shaking with anticipation of some good news but she had coffee. Normally she only brought coffee when her or her sister was in trouble in order to attempt to soften Percival.

"Your sister is not in trouble Ms. Goldstein."

"I know. Did you not see this afternoon's paper from The Oblivator?" She squealed out in excitement, holding onto a crumpled extras section.

Percival took it, keeping his worries hidden from Queenie. He was shocked to see they had published a paper as well. The Oblivator was the Department of Philosophy personal paper. He knew (Name) was their main writer as well. His eyes were caught by the Large text sprawling out Tina's and his name. With a quick skim he found the lies more enticing than the last ones. The paper hailed Tina for being a first responder and taking down one of the no-maj's. It gave a brief glance at what Percival's office was doing to control the situation in the future but mostly it commanded attention to the Second Salemers. They were called a radical group and a possible threat to exposure.

Percival's eyes twitched in annoyance at the paper. He knew it would cause some panic among the people. He quickly handed back the paper to Queenie before walking out of his office. The paper could cause problems if it kept down on this path. By the time he had reached the President, she too had the paper. A frown sprawled across her face as she threw away her copy of the paper. She was about to call for (Name) when Percival had arrived into her office.

"Madam have you see-"

"I have. I was about to call for Ms. Grimmauld. Perhaps you would like to sit in on our meeting," she gritted her teeth as she sent for (Name).

They waited only a little while for (Name) to arrive. She strolled into the office, not thinking twice about what could be waiting for her. Percival was already seated by the president as (Name) entered the room. She was shocked to see him there, but sort of delighted he was there. She happily took a seat next to him before the president. The president placed the paper before (Name) on the desk.

"I see you got the copy I sent you," (Name) smirked, looking at her beloved work. Her pride was not in the fact she was a good writer but that it annoyed Percival and the president.

"You must-" started the president.

"With all due respect, I'm not under your orders for this paper. It's the department of Philosophy's. If you want it changed, I'm afraid you're going to have to talk to them."

The president weighed her choices. She stood there for a moment, before coming to a delightful decision for her. (Name) couldn't distort the facts, if she was there to see them.

"I believe you've both been formally introduced," the president motioned between (Name) and Percival. They nodded.

"Good. Now Ms. Grimmauld in order for the department of Philosophy to be better informed on the events outside of their office, you will be partnered with Mr. Graves."

"Mada-" Percival started but Picquery was fast to cut him off with a deadly glare.

"In other words, anywhere he goes, you will go to. I will have your office moved next door to his. You are to report with all your writings directly to Mr. Graves or myself. Is that clear?" she hoped this could at least control some of the damages (Name) was capable of doing. Knowing well that she would get an earful from Graves, Picquery ushered them out to their offices.