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Why, in the name of Merlin's most baggy Y-fronts, would someone ever make Percival Weasley a professor? As if he wasn't enough of a pompous prat as it was.
Or so went the musings of one Freddie Weasley.
The lanky teenager leans back in his chair, fingers folded behind his head, the picture of nonchalance. Though not much of a Weasley in terms of looks- his skin was a rich tan, his hair a mess of wildly springy curls that he kept fairly trimmed- he was every bit the Weasley at heart. True to his namesake, the late Fred Weasley, Freddie Weasley II was a master of mischief, a professional prankster, a talented trickster, if you will.
And he also had a penchant for driving Professor Weasley bonkers.
"'Scuse me Professor. Sorry to interrupt your, err, tangent, if I may be so bold." He pauses, weighing his words, tapping the corner of his mouth with a forefinger as if in deep thought. "But, I have an important question." By this time, Percy's face has drained of color, and if he'd had his back to the students, they would've seen the color had all gone into the back of his neck, which is a flaming red. "Do hurry up Mr. Weasley- I have a strict schedule to keep here." He sniffs importantly, trying not to scowl at his nephew- professionalism was terribly important, and he'd always had a particular soft spot for Freddie, for obvious reasons.
"Well you see, I don't quite understand your choice of career examples. I mean…" Freddie cocks his head to one side, eyes wide with innocence, goading Percy into probing further. He takes the bait. "Yes, Mr. Weasley?"
Freddie shrugs, letting the front legs of his chair clunk to the ground. "You're acting like we'd actually want to go into a career in the ministry, or become a future 'Wizarding Business' Professor." Percy raises an eyebrow, daring him to continue. "I for one feel my talents are best suited to other things. Like… Modeling." Percy stares, dumbstruck. "Modeling? Well, it's certainly a business, and you could absolutely still benefit from my class, there's no doubt. Modeling for Quidditch equipment would be in your interests, I'd assume." He's cautious now, eying his nephew warily, knowing something else was coming.
"No, no, I was thinking more along the lines of nude modeling actually. I've been told I've got the "Weasley goods" even if I'm a little on the tan side. And I know you know what I mean, Prof, unless those genes skipped you?" He stage-whispers the last bit, giving Percy a big wink and a cheeky grin while the class erupts in giggles, much to Professor Weasley's embarrassment. "You are your father's child, Mr. Weasley. 5 points from Gryffindor, and be grateful it isn't more." Freddie shrugs, accepting his punishment without complaint, but he swears he sees the glimmer of a smile at the corner of Percy's mouth as he turns back to the chalk board, droning on about the benefits of pursuing a career in Wizarding Business.