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percιval "тo pιerce тнe valley" graveѕ ([personal profile] retromancy) wrote in [community profile] boxbot 2017-07-14 09:13 am (UTC)

[ The next several hours are quite a trying time, in Percival's opinion.

Learning that it has been six months since Grindelwald began impersonating him, and that other than Porpentina Goldstein, Credence and Theseus Scamander's younger brother, no one knew. No one, it seems, even suspected, and he doesn't envy Serafina Piquery the position of trying to root out just what Grindelwald was doing for all those months, other than apparently attempting to 'unleash' Credence upon the entirety of New York to force the wizarding community out of hiding and wearing Percival's clothing with scorpion stickpins.

There's more to it than that, obviously, and Percival has his own questions - namely about the Barebones and about Credence's treatment by MACUSA, what they've done and what they plan on doing. Other than that, there's reports to read (Goldstein's goes to the top of list; Grindelwald tried to have her killed, so Percival is more interested in what she has to say than anyone else in his department right now), and his own initial statement to make for the record. Not to mention several weeks of time ahead of him during which he is told, on no uncertain terms, that he is not to return to work.

He doesn't roll his eyes at the directions but it's a near thing. He can work without being at work, obviously.

By the time the president leaves, Percival wants a stiff drink and a hot bath, something for the discomfort that seems to have taken residence in no less than half his joints, and to make an attempt at sleeping. But it's past the dinner hour he's fairly certain, so most of that can wait.

Instead he manages to instruct the chair to take him to Credence's room, and he knocks on the door.
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