Showtime, Hurricane: Indifference
Hamilton Mania, disliking someone: Dungbomb (climb)
Postal: Madam Puddifoot's
Hard piñata
459 words
"Look who it is!" Fred calls, wearing a too bright grin as he approaches Percy's table at Madam Puddifoot's. "Our favorite prat!"
George returns his twin's grin, sitting across from Percy. "Wanna see what we've done, Perce?" he asks.
Percy refuses to react. Today is going to be a great day, and he will not let his brothers' shenanigans ruin it.
The twins don't pick up the hint. Perhaps they take his indifference as approval. Whatever their reason is George reaches into his pocket, pulling out a handful of Dungbombs. The way he smiles so proudly is terrifying, but Percy keeps calm.
"It would be a shame if these Dungbombs were to break in this nice little tea shop, wouldn't it, George?" Fred asks.
Percy takes a deep breath, remaining silent. Sometimes he has to remind himself that Fred and George are like wild animals. If he ignores him, they'll eventually go away.
"It would," George agrees, plucking one of the disgusting things from his hand and holding it closer for Percy to see. "Especially if someone was here for a date."
Fred snorts. "A date," he echoes. "Reckon Pince finally accepted his advances?"
Percy bites the inside of his cheek. They must be particularly desperate to get a rise out of him. Good; maybe that means they're on the verge of giving up.
"Has he gotten more boring since becoming prefect?" George muses.
"Never would have thought that was possible."
A long stretch of silence passes. Finally, his brothers seem to grow bored. With a huff, George pockets the Dungbombs again. He climbs to his feet, shaking his head. "Your poker face is getting better," he says, reaching out and ruffling Percy's curls. "C'mon, Fred. Think we can convince Ron the Cockroach Clusters are peanuts?"
With that, the twins leave. Percy relaxes, but just barely. Somehow, the twins never fail to completely drain him. He slumps forward, resting his head against the table.
"If you have a headache, the lavender tea works wonders."
Percy looks up again, smiling to see that Oliver has arrived at last. "But will it help when my brothers are the source of my headache?" he asks.
His boyfriend laughs and sits down. "I doubt it," he says. "If you're not feeling up to it, we can always go back to our dormitory."
"No!" Percy says quickly, shaking his head. "I'm feeling much better now that you're here."
Oliver offers him a broad grin. "Did you really just use a line on me?" he laughs.
"That depends… Did it work?" Percy asks hopefully.
"I think it might have."
The waitress comes over to take their order, and Percy finally relaxes completely. Fred and George may be pure chaos, but even they can't interfere today.
