The prologue for a chaptered fic centered around Percy's life. It's been a while since I've written a Percy-centric fic, and found this one stashed away in my 'fic folder'.
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"I didn't ask to be a stubborn, conceited prat. It just sort of happened, you know?" Percy Weasley lay on his back in a plain, yet inviting office. He removed his horn-rimmed glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"And how does that make you feel?" A man, forty by the looks of him, asked from his throne like chair; a notepad and pen propped in his well trained hands.
"Like a stubborn, conceited prat, obviously." He let out an audible sigh and put his glasses back on; they were always a form of confidence and security for him. "I am not paying you forty five Galleons an hour to ask me pointless questions." Percy rolled his eyes like a child. He hated psychiatrists; they were money stealers. They charged you an obscene amount of money and rarely ever offered any significant help whatsoever.
Percy had acquired a newfound hatred towards his boss for forcing him to take weekly sessions just because he snapped at someone. Every one at the office seemed to think that he was having a mental breakdown.
"I hear you took your anger out on an innocent secretary," stated the psychiatrist. His pen hovered over his paper, itching to write something – anything - down.
"She deserved it," mumbled Percy. "She was incompetent."
"You feel no guilt whatsoever?"
"Stop putting words in my mouth," snapped Percy. "I did not say that I do not feel guilty."
"What are you saying, then?"
What I am trying to say," said Percy slowly. "Is that if she were not so incompetent I would not have yelled at her."
"Do you know why you yelled at her?"
Percy rubbed his brow in frustration. "Because," he said, "she was incompetent. Don't you listen?"
"Percy, in order to get through these sessions you have to cooperate with me." The man opened his mouth as though he wished to add more, but thought the better of it and closed it.
Beat, Percy nodded in response with clenched teeth.
"When did your frustration begin?" said the psychiatrist and wrote 'frustration' on his blank notepad, finally content to make use of his pen.
Percy laughed humourlessly. "This may take a while, Dr. Chapman."
I intend to make this fic jump back and forth from moments in Percy's life to conversations with his psychiatrist. It will be fun to explore his character in more depth :D I also intend for the next chapters to be significantly longer and way more intersting, don't worry! Virtual snacks to reviewers. Thanks for reading!
- Dana