Darkness. A flash of colour and sound. Images that he would never ever
remember when awake. For that moment, he had what he wanted for the longest
time: oblivion. This was the time where he couldn't think or feel. He had
no dreams. He was just being him.
Then, it all stopped. His moment of oblivion was interrupted by insistent movement and sound.
Someone was shaking him and calling his name! Who? Who bothers with him anyway?
Giving in, he opened his eyes. The shaking stopped. Good.
"Oi, Perce, took you long enough to wake up," Oliver told him cheerfully.
Percy looked at his roommate in disbelief. "How in the world could you be so happy in the early morning?" Percy, truth be told wasn't an early riser. He never was. And never will be. It was just a general misconception to everyone that just because he was hardworking and diligent, it automatically meant that he woke up at the crack of dawn.
Oliver sat on Percy's bed and explained, "Simple, Head boy, if the Quidditch Captain is all awake and ready for practice at six in the morning, there isn't a reason why the rest of the team isn't. Have to set a good example. You know that Perce. "
By that time Percy was too tired and sleepy to reply his friend. All he did was to wave Oliver away and pulled his blanket over his head. Oliver's answer bothered him a lot. He hated being a good example for people to follow. It's not that he wanted to be a good example, he just was. Then, there came the teasing and ribbing. Some of them weren't meant to hurt but children could be cruel sometimes. Maybe they were jealous of him, maybe they hated him because he was the 'good example' teachers always told them to follow. It was okay, he hated himself too.
Percy was a very private person and treasured his moments alone. It was difficult to be with your own thoughts when you had to live, breathe, eat and study with hundreds of students in Hogwarts. He made a deal with Oliver a long time ago.
The mornings when Oliver had to go for Quidditch practice, he would wake Percy up too. Percy never told Oliver why, and Oliver assumed that Percy wanted to wake up early in order to study.
Wrong.
Then, it all stopped. His moment of oblivion was interrupted by insistent movement and sound.
Someone was shaking him and calling his name! Who? Who bothers with him anyway?
Giving in, he opened his eyes. The shaking stopped. Good.
"Oi, Perce, took you long enough to wake up," Oliver told him cheerfully.
Percy looked at his roommate in disbelief. "How in the world could you be so happy in the early morning?" Percy, truth be told wasn't an early riser. He never was. And never will be. It was just a general misconception to everyone that just because he was hardworking and diligent, it automatically meant that he woke up at the crack of dawn.
Oliver sat on Percy's bed and explained, "Simple, Head boy, if the Quidditch Captain is all awake and ready for practice at six in the morning, there isn't a reason why the rest of the team isn't. Have to set a good example. You know that Perce. "
By that time Percy was too tired and sleepy to reply his friend. All he did was to wave Oliver away and pulled his blanket over his head. Oliver's answer bothered him a lot. He hated being a good example for people to follow. It's not that he wanted to be a good example, he just was. Then, there came the teasing and ribbing. Some of them weren't meant to hurt but children could be cruel sometimes. Maybe they were jealous of him, maybe they hated him because he was the 'good example' teachers always told them to follow. It was okay, he hated himself too.
Percy was a very private person and treasured his moments alone. It was difficult to be with your own thoughts when you had to live, breathe, eat and study with hundreds of students in Hogwarts. He made a deal with Oliver a long time ago.
The mornings when Oliver had to go for Quidditch practice, he would wake Percy up too. Percy never told Oliver why, and Oliver assumed that Percy wanted to wake up early in order to study.
Wrong.