Revenge of the Nerd

Parsnip Threats

Four down four to go, thought Percy as he crawled out of bed the next morning. The previous night had been bittersweet. He had won back his parents and his older brothers. Although they were at least on speaking terms their relationship was by no means fixed, not that he had had that great of a relationship with Bill and Charlie to begin with. They had always labeled him the geek. But that didn't bother Percy, at least not any more…well, at least it wouldn't soon enough. He was back for revenge. Not that kind of 'you murdered my parents when I was a baby and now I'm gonna destroy you and save the world' revenge, no it was a different kind of vendetta.

He had been mocked all his life (mainly by his brothers ((mainly by Fred and George))) for being book smart and proper. Well excuse him for not having detention every Saturday for turning Filch's office into a swamp. But he'd show them. His serious work ethic had paid off and he was going to rub it in all their faces. Percy Weasley had set out for vengeance. And what Percy Weasley set out for he reached.

That was the sweet part of the night. The look on their faces when he had strut (yeah, he actually did strut, he had been practicing in front of the mirror for days) into the ward. There was more to come. But then there was the bitter part of the evening. The relentless mocking from his nefarious twin brothers. They had interrupted his carefully planned apology and picked apart every part of his new appearance. His hair (George: What, did a cow lick you head this morning?), his glasses (Fred: Rita Skeeter called. She wants her glasses back), and his shoes (Fred: I see your shoes are tied. Percy: Uh, yeah. George: Well, I mean we would expect them to be. Fred: You being bent over all time. George: You, know, to kiss peoples butts.). He had then recalled why he spent most of his time locked in him room safely out of earshot of the Fred and George Variety Show.

But it was a new day and Percy padded down the hall to the kitchen. At the table he found two things. A plate of bacon and eggs, which he reheated with his wand, and a piece of post. Percy sat down and looked at the letter. It was addressed to himself in a scrawl that he recognized rather well. He unrolled it to find a letter from dear old mum. Goody.

Dear Percy,

We were so glad to see you last night and we would love to have you to dinner tonight. We're having pot roast!

Love Your Family

and added to the end of the page...

Hello, Perci-evil. Gred and Forge here. Thought you should know mum forged our names and we are not to be associated with the classifications of 'Your Family' or 'we'. Oh, and we'd also like to add that mum's making parsnips.

Percy instinctively reached for his face, remembering last Christmas. He really didn't want another exfoliating parsnip face mask but he could deal. Mashed vegetables are no match for Percival Weasley

Percy flipped the parchment over and scribbled his response.

Thank you very much for the invitation. And, if it wouldn't be too much trouble Mother, please set an extra place. There's someone I'd like you to meet.

A/N

OoOoOoOoO. Who could it be?

Sry bout the slowness of the update folks.

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