Cauldrons. The most bizarre object to do a report on. Yet Percy Weasley will end up with much more than a report on the thickness of cauldron bottoms, for He is rather keen on a witch for the first time since Penelope Clearwater, the witch that is...
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter Three
Percy sat at his bedroom window. Everyone was in the Garden, yet he had shut himself in his room for some peace and quiet to get some more work done. Though as he heard yet another holler from outside, he had enough! He thrashed open his window, sticking his head out. "Would you lot be quiet, I, unlike the rest of this house am trying to work!"
He collected himself back inside, sitting down upon his chair with a huff. He looked to his tawny owl Hermes, that must have had the same idea as the rest of the house....to make a lot of noise. The owl squawked and screeched excitedly.
It was answered why Hermes was making such a fuss as another owl flew from over the meadow, and right through the open window.
He looked questionably at the letter in the creatures beak, taking it for himself. As he opened it hastily and read over the writing with quick eyes, he jumped up with a jolt, pocketing the letter.
"Percy, where are you going?" Fred called, standing near the mantle.
Percy halted, already half into the fireplace. His exceedingly rambunctious nerves were difficult to hide, but he contorted his face anyway into a regal composure before answering. "To the office, Er, Crouch has summoned me."
It had been a long time since Percy had so plainly lied through his teeth, but what would a little white lie pertaining to his whereabouts hurt?
Once he arrived at his destination, he pushed open the polished door, and tried his best to sleak around the exterior of the room, despite the attention drawn to him from the bell. Not that it mattered, as he noticed there must have been a good twenty people around.
He hesitantly walked down one of the isles to the back of the store, fixing his hair subconsciously as he did so. It was second nature really for himself to look groomed and presentable, unlike the disheveled nature of his siblings.
As he approached the next isle, his eyes focused onto the witch from afar. She was holding a wand box in her hand, and what Percy could tell by the crease in her brow, she was disgruntled over something to do with the object.
Her head turned, and he panicked, his chest tightening in sort of a way. This caused himself to stand up straight, instead of leaning on the nearest shelf as he had been.
"Oh goodness! How long have you been standing there?" She asked with a warm smile, yet her hand was clutched to her chest.
As he drew upon the correct answer, his mouth simply hung agape. "Er—."He shut it quickly. "I've only just gotten here."
He walked over to her, as only a proper person would do, instead of carry a conversation across half an isle, and tried to ignore his ears that for now were surely pink. It didn't help that his tall nature, resulted in him to tower a decent foot over the girl.
