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Assistant to the Minister for Magic, former Gryffindor Prefect, dangerously meticulous.
Percy gave a quiet huff at the playful punch, rubbing his arm with exaggerated offence.
โI assure you, I have no intention of making you regret it. Iโm quite capable of behaving myself.โ
A faint smile tugged at his lips as he noticed her blush, and his expression softened.
Percyโs expression softens, though he tries to hide the pleased smile tugging at his lips.
โHas it? I must admit, itโs rather nice knowing I was missed.โ He pauses, a little shyly. โIโve missed you too, you know.โ
Percy stood there for a moment after she left, still slightly stunned, his fingers brushing absentmindedly over the spot where sheโd kissed his cheek.
He let out a quiet breath, a faint, disbelieving smile forming as he adjusted his sleeve; something to ground himself. --
Iโll have you know my personality is meticulously organised, not โcolour-coded out of existence.โ
And really, if the Wood family tried a clipboard once in a while, you might reduce incidents ofโฆ impulsive life choices.
Ah yes, because nothing says โmeasured life decisionโ quite like a Wood family impulse.
Though, if itโs any consolation, Iโm fairly certain no one required a detailed explanation of theโฆ process. That particular image was entirely self-inflicted.
Quietly drapes a blanket over his mother.
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INTRODUCTION โ ( ๐ )โ โ OF
SYLVIA โ SNAPEโ !
sylvia snapeโ ,โ #hprp , #goldenerarp
castedโ withโ liz gillies writtenโ byโ jennie
she/theyโ 21 +
third-person semi-litโ , singleโ โฑโ ship unreserved
Happy birthday to my father, Arthur Weasley. A man of boundless curiosity, patience, and entirely unnecessary enthusiasm for rubber ducks.
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Percy found himself at the edge of the lake behind the Burrow, drawn there without really thinking. The house had grown too loud, too bright, too full of laughter that somehow felt alien now. He wasnโt ready to join it. He --
constant self-reproach.
Every word Charlie might speak mattered less than the fact he was simply there, quietly sharing the silence. Percy closed his eyes briefly, allowing himself to breathe, to let the guilt ease just slightly, if only for a little while. Side by side with --
