A/N: Just a short Percy introspective I wrote in Physics.
Disclaimer: I do not own Percy or anything affiliated with Harry Potter **sniff**
He stared at his face in the mirror. His reflection didn't smile or wave like most people's but merely looked out of the glass solemnly. His face was pale, making his freckles stand out more. He lifted his left hand and brushed his freckle stained cheek, grimacing. They were Weasley freckles. Marking him clearly as one of the loud vivacious members of the Weasley clan. Except that he wasn't. He didn't belong with his brash brothers and sisters. He didn't belong anywhere.
He eyes traveled up his face to his red hair. His hand followed and ran its fingers through the wiry mass. He scowled. He hated his unruly mop more than the freckles. It more than the freckles chained him to the Weasley name. Percy didn't want to be a Weasley anymore. He was tired of blending into this brother's shadows. He was tired of the piteous glances that screamed sympathy that he hadn't lived up to his potential. He was just tired.
His hand tore away from his hair and grabbed the wand resting on the dresser before him. His reflection glared out at the glass at him. He scowled at it. His freckles and horribly flaming hair. He couldn't get rid of the hated spots but his hair…that he could change. His hands were steady as he raised the wand to his face. Taking a deep breath he spoke in a quiet firm voice.
"Crinis Mutatio." Percy gaped fearfully into the mirror.
His hair was brown. Not an auburn or a light brown but simple mousy brown. Plain, like his personality. He turned his head from side to side, admiring his nondescript appearance.
He smiled, feeling freer than he had since he had been old enough to recognize the pride in his father's voice whenever he spoke of Bill or Charlie. His shoulders straightened as if released from an invisible burden.
After making sure his robes were wrinkle free he walked out of his bedroom. He felt the mad urge to whistle and because he was no longer Percy Weasley he did.
A/N: So should I write more? Please review and tell me. If you think it should, any suggestions for further plot developments would be appreciated.
Disclaimer: I do not own Percy or anything affiliated with Harry Potter **sniff**
He stared at his face in the mirror. His reflection didn't smile or wave like most people's but merely looked out of the glass solemnly. His face was pale, making his freckles stand out more. He lifted his left hand and brushed his freckle stained cheek, grimacing. They were Weasley freckles. Marking him clearly as one of the loud vivacious members of the Weasley clan. Except that he wasn't. He didn't belong with his brash brothers and sisters. He didn't belong anywhere.
He eyes traveled up his face to his red hair. His hand followed and ran its fingers through the wiry mass. He scowled. He hated his unruly mop more than the freckles. It more than the freckles chained him to the Weasley name. Percy didn't want to be a Weasley anymore. He was tired of blending into this brother's shadows. He was tired of the piteous glances that screamed sympathy that he hadn't lived up to his potential. He was just tired.
His hand tore away from his hair and grabbed the wand resting on the dresser before him. His reflection glared out at the glass at him. He scowled at it. His freckles and horribly flaming hair. He couldn't get rid of the hated spots but his hair…that he could change. His hands were steady as he raised the wand to his face. Taking a deep breath he spoke in a quiet firm voice.
"Crinis Mutatio." Percy gaped fearfully into the mirror.
His hair was brown. Not an auburn or a light brown but simple mousy brown. Plain, like his personality. He turned his head from side to side, admiring his nondescript appearance.
He smiled, feeling freer than he had since he had been old enough to recognize the pride in his father's voice whenever he spoke of Bill or Charlie. His shoulders straightened as if released from an invisible burden.
After making sure his robes were wrinkle free he walked out of his bedroom. He felt the mad urge to whistle and because he was no longer Percy Weasley he did.
A/N: So should I write more? Please review and tell me. If you think it should, any suggestions for further plot developments would be appreciated.