I am a Weasley. Percival Ignatius Weasley to be exact. No need to call me all of that- plain old Mr. Weasley will do and if I know you well enough, Percy may suffice. I’m not quit sure on who named me. I never particularly thought about it. If I had to bet- I of course never do because betting in a horrible habit- I would have to lay my money on my mother. She always has been a bit obsessed with everything being old fashioned. Hence my name.

My job done, but still having energy in me, I ran to where I assumed the washing tub would be and I began to pour the bottle contents into it. The clear water turned from transparent to translucent as the color changed rapidly in front of my eyes.

Suddenly, dad gave a grumbling burp before covering his mouth with apology written in his eyes. “Arth-,” Mum went to scold, only to let out a burp equal to the sound of her husband’s. Her eyes grew wide as well.