Quill
For their oh-so-important three month anniversary, Percy really went all out. He surprised her with a bouquet of her favourite flowers, having them waiting for her on her bed when she got back from class. How he got them there was beyond her – boys couldn't get to the girls' dormitories, and no one admitted to helping him, when she asked.
Inside the group of roses (white, not red), was a small card, telling her to meet him by the lake. Not wasting any time, she grabbed her coat, and hurried out onto the grounds. She found Percy under one of the large trees, sitting on a blanket that he'd spread over the grass. He'd gone to the kitchens, and requested a basket of food, which they shared happily. As they ate and chatted amiably, it struck Penelope just how easy this had become, and how comfortable she was.
By the end, Percy had presented her with a lovely wooden box.
"For me?" she said in surprise. She hadn't gotten him anything; she wasn't even aware that you gave presents on the three month mark.
He nodded, smiling as she moved to open it. Once the lid was up, she drew in a sharp breath, running her fingers along what was – or looked to be – a very expensive peacock feather quill. Percy must have saved up for weeks to get this.
"Oh, Percy," she said, closing the box, "this is much too much."
He just smiled and shook his head. "You can use it to write me over the summer holidays, and it will be worth it."
When she got back to the dorm, she put the box carefully into her trunk. She would only use it to write to him. She wouldn't open the box again until the first weekend of summer, when she would sit down to write a carefully constructed letter, explaining to him how to work a telephone, just in case he wanted to call her sometime.
