Percy didn't know how to respond. Oliver wanted to be just like him? just like PERCY? he didn't think that anyone else alive had ever wanted to be like him. He was just ,well, Percy Wealsey. Bookworm extraordinare, studious, intelligent but just... down-right geeky. Why would a Quidditch hunk like Oliver want to be Percy? Oliver had everything going for him! The entire female body of Hogwarts swooned whenever he was around.
"Why would you want to be like me, Oliver?" Percy asked.
" You're perfect, Percy. The perfect prefect, you know? people call you that." Percy nodded, while secretly thinking 'they do?' but decided that this was not the time for that discussion. "You're smart, Perce! And so skinny. I wish I had your body. Your arms are so tiny, and so smooth. No buldges at all!Your skin is so white."
"What? Oliver, can't you see how skinny you are?" Percy asked, horrified.
" I'm not as skinny as you are." Oliver sighed, and Percy's eyes widened with shock. Couldn't Oliver see? he was much skinnier than Percy, and that was a difficult task. Percy had taken after Molly, his Mum, who had been a size two until after she had had her first two children, and his older brother Bill joked that if Percy was to turn sideways he'd disappear. And yet, somehow, Oliver was still drastically skinnier. Percy opened his mouth to speak but was startled by the door to the hospital wing opening. He jumped off the bed just before Hermione Granger walked into the room with Harry Potter and his brother Ron in tow. The three of them must have still noticed that something was wrong though, because they all gave Percy a funny look. Percy stalked back over to his bed and sat down on it, glancing at Oliver quickly. Oliver had an interesting expression on his face- somewhere between amused and slightly hurt. Harry lowered his eyes to the ground, probably slightly embarassed to be there. He was still unaccustomed to family gatherings or anything that had to do with emotions, and sometimes seemed uncomfortable at the Burrow. Ron walked over to Percy, handing him a basket of things from his mother.
"Mum says that she and Dad are going to come to Hogwarts as soon as he can get the time off from the Ministry- tommorow, maybe. Fred and George were here earlier to say hello, but you were asleep. Is there anything else you need, Perce?" He asked, grimacing a little in the way that he often did.
"No, but shouldn't you be getting to class?" Percy asked. Ron rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath that sounded oddly like 'feeling better, I see'', but he still turned to leave calling goodbye over his shoulder. Hermione and Harry followed, each waving in turn. As soon as the door shut Percy turned back to Oliver's bed, only to find it empty.
"Why would you want to be like me, Oliver?" Percy asked.
" You're perfect, Percy. The perfect prefect, you know? people call you that." Percy nodded, while secretly thinking 'they do?' but decided that this was not the time for that discussion. "You're smart, Perce! And so skinny. I wish I had your body. Your arms are so tiny, and so smooth. No buldges at all!Your skin is so white."
"What? Oliver, can't you see how skinny you are?" Percy asked, horrified.
" I'm not as skinny as you are." Oliver sighed, and Percy's eyes widened with shock. Couldn't Oliver see? he was much skinnier than Percy, and that was a difficult task. Percy had taken after Molly, his Mum, who had been a size two until after she had had her first two children, and his older brother Bill joked that if Percy was to turn sideways he'd disappear. And yet, somehow, Oliver was still drastically skinnier. Percy opened his mouth to speak but was startled by the door to the hospital wing opening. He jumped off the bed just before Hermione Granger walked into the room with Harry Potter and his brother Ron in tow. The three of them must have still noticed that something was wrong though, because they all gave Percy a funny look. Percy stalked back over to his bed and sat down on it, glancing at Oliver quickly. Oliver had an interesting expression on his face- somewhere between amused and slightly hurt. Harry lowered his eyes to the ground, probably slightly embarassed to be there. He was still unaccustomed to family gatherings or anything that had to do with emotions, and sometimes seemed uncomfortable at the Burrow. Ron walked over to Percy, handing him a basket of things from his mother.
"Mum says that she and Dad are going to come to Hogwarts as soon as he can get the time off from the Ministry- tommorow, maybe. Fred and George were here earlier to say hello, but you were asleep. Is there anything else you need, Perce?" He asked, grimacing a little in the way that he often did.
"No, but shouldn't you be getting to class?" Percy asked. Ron rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath that sounded oddly like 'feeling better, I see'', but he still turned to leave calling goodbye over his shoulder. Hermione and Harry followed, each waving in turn. As soon as the door shut Percy turned back to Oliver's bed, only to find it empty.