Disclaimer and Author's Note: Don't own them, this story isn't connected to
A Little Thing Called Ambition, it's just a little ditty I came up with
when brainstorming for the 6th chapter of Ambition. Takes place after the
second book. Read and Review.
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"PERCY!"
Mrs. Weasly watched as her third oldest son came skidding through the barrier at King's Cross and manage to resume a stately pace as he walked over to her.
"Yes Mum?" He asked, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his long pointed nose, so like his father's.
"Where were you dear? You're late and the Ministry's cars are waiting." Mrs. Weasly chided, giving him a stern look.
Just be calm, he assured himself silently, just say the conductor kept you behind for a moment. There was something wrong with the luggage. That's it. You weren't kissing Penelope at all, just that blasted luggage…
"I-um-luggage-conductor," He stammered out. That 's just great, he groused mentally. Oh she'll really buy that all right.
His mother gave him a curious look, "Percy, what ARE you going on about?"
The twins sidled over from their spots behind their respective carts with identical mischievous grins on their faces.
That was not a good sign.
"Yeah Perce, what did keep you?" Fred asked with feigned innocence.
"Was it Penelope Clearwater by any chance?" George asked airily.
Oh he was so going to kill them. He was going to hex their little identical bodies into an oblivion. He was going to-
"Percy, who's Penelope Clearwater?" His mother looked faintly suspicious.
"Oh, no one," he amended hurriedly. Maybe if he diverted her towards the cars…
"'That's not what Ginny told us," Fred said, unable to contain the look of wicked glee that spread over his face.
Percy shot Ginny the look of death and she began examining the cement as though it was the most fascinating thing she'd ever seen.
Now Ron was catching on and asked, "really now, what did Ginny say?"
George shrugged nonchalantly, "you know, nothing really except that old Perce here was snogging with her in empty classrooms."
"WHAT?!" Mrs. Weasly gasped in shock. "Percy was-was-"
"Snogging, kissing, frenching, making out, playing tonsil hockey," Fred supplied promptly.
" Don't make it worse than it already is," Percy muttered, the back of his neck reddening substantially.
"Just telling it like it is," George said cheerfully.
Mrs. Weasly looked extremely flustered and bustled her children out to the car murmuring things like, "absolutely outrageous," and "completely destroyed family dignity."
Yes, Percy decided as he watched his siblings file out ahead of him, they were totally, and absolutely, dead.
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"PERCY!"
Mrs. Weasly watched as her third oldest son came skidding through the barrier at King's Cross and manage to resume a stately pace as he walked over to her.
"Yes Mum?" He asked, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his long pointed nose, so like his father's.
"Where were you dear? You're late and the Ministry's cars are waiting." Mrs. Weasly chided, giving him a stern look.
Just be calm, he assured himself silently, just say the conductor kept you behind for a moment. There was something wrong with the luggage. That's it. You weren't kissing Penelope at all, just that blasted luggage…
"I-um-luggage-conductor," He stammered out. That 's just great, he groused mentally. Oh she'll really buy that all right.
His mother gave him a curious look, "Percy, what ARE you going on about?"
The twins sidled over from their spots behind their respective carts with identical mischievous grins on their faces.
That was not a good sign.
"Yeah Perce, what did keep you?" Fred asked with feigned innocence.
"Was it Penelope Clearwater by any chance?" George asked airily.
Oh he was so going to kill them. He was going to hex their little identical bodies into an oblivion. He was going to-
"Percy, who's Penelope Clearwater?" His mother looked faintly suspicious.
"Oh, no one," he amended hurriedly. Maybe if he diverted her towards the cars…
"'That's not what Ginny told us," Fred said, unable to contain the look of wicked glee that spread over his face.
Percy shot Ginny the look of death and she began examining the cement as though it was the most fascinating thing she'd ever seen.
Now Ron was catching on and asked, "really now, what did Ginny say?"
George shrugged nonchalantly, "you know, nothing really except that old Perce here was snogging with her in empty classrooms."
"WHAT?!" Mrs. Weasly gasped in shock. "Percy was-was-"
"Snogging, kissing, frenching, making out, playing tonsil hockey," Fred supplied promptly.
" Don't make it worse than it already is," Percy muttered, the back of his neck reddening substantially.
"Just telling it like it is," George said cheerfully.
Mrs. Weasly looked extremely flustered and bustled her children out to the car murmuring things like, "absolutely outrageous," and "completely destroyed family dignity."
Yes, Percy decided as he watched his siblings file out ahead of him, they were totally, and absolutely, dead.