The piece of parchment that landed in front of him on the table was shaped into a bird. Percy Weasley undid the intricate foldings of the parchment and read the short note that was scribbled upon it in thin, sprawling handwriting.
"Percy, can you teach me karate? Fred and George said you were quite good at it. -Angelina"
He scowled, and he heard a cluster of chuckles erupt from behind him. His younger brothers and Angelina, he was sure.
Dad had tried to teach them karate the previous summer. One of the many muggle things his father had quickly developed a fascination for. Percy had been rubbish at it, of course, he was horrible at most things that required a lot of coordination, but that didn't matter much to him, he preferred to concentrate on academia anyway. Fred and George had heckled him on the day, obviously. But if they were telling Angelina about the numerous bruises inflicted on him by Ginny that day...they could be telling anyone. His head boy status would be disrespected! No one would follow the rules again. He shuddered. He was in a severe need of a good night's rest.
Late that night, he was awoken by a dark haired, dark skinned girl, whose lips were already in contact with his own. By the time they had broke apart, Angelina Johnson was straddling him, a hint of a smile playing on her face. She bent down and whispered in his ear, "I'm not kidding about that karate lesson."
