The moment the door closed behind him, Percy took a slow breath, standing still in the hall for a moment. The hum of the Ministry felt different now. It wasn't just background noise anymore; it felt heavier, as if the very walls knew the secrets he carried. Every step he took seemed louder, as if everyone in the building could hear the tension in his every movement.
He turned and walked down the hallway, back toward his office, his mind spinning with the enormity of what he had just agreed to. The promotion was real, the responsibilities daunting, and the secrecy all-consuming—but so was his determination.
Percy Weasley, ambitious and conscientious, was now a Junior Assistant to the Minister—and a spy. It was a path full of danger, deception, and moral balancing, but he would endure. He would observe, he would serve, and he would do it with precision, vigilance, and the careful calculation that had always been the backbone of his ambition.
As he sat back down at his desk, the silence of the office settled around him. The documents were neatly stacked, the quill resting beside them, waiting for the first of many decisions he would have to make. This was no longer just a position of prestige. It was a test, A crucible, And Percy, for better or worse, was ready to face it.