It was Sunday, it was also cold and wet and quite frankly miserable. The clouds had stayed over London for the past three days, and whilst Percy had been hoping to go for a walk around the nearby park, he was left moping in his darkened apartment trying to find the concentration to read his book. However, no matter how hard he tried his willpower for sitting reading had crumbled to dust long ago and now he stood by the window watching the rain pelt the glass with some amount of fury.

He turned and picked up his radio, he turned the knob and listened as the Weird Sisters played their new single, soon to be the latest number one as soon as the wizarding world heard it. Won't take long for the wizard and muggle world to hear it, Percy thought, it's that damn loud. All in all, Percy wasn't having a very good day.

He tapped a button and the blaring music was immediately silenced. He turned away from the device and spun pointlessly towards the sofa. He sat down,

"Maybe she was right," Percy thought aloud, his current state of boredom was not an uncommon occurrence on rainy days especially, he didn't go out with friends on a weekend often, he'd gone to the muggle cinema on his own once but afterwards he'd felt rather out of place when he'd noticed all the other couples and groups. The only thing he ever liked to do was walk, just around the streets, come home, read a book or the Daily Prophet or listen to the news on the Wizarding Wireless Network (WWN). But all those options just seemed to have died on him and now he was submitted to the exciting prospect of watching his apartment living room slowly get darker and darker as night drew closer.

There was a knock on the door. Percy nearly jumped out of his skin.

"I'm sorry Mr Weasley, but I have a question on that paperwork you gave me."

Percy stood, hurriedly flattening his hair and straightening his shirt. He leapt towards the door, eager to see another human being.

"Miss Witherspoon," he said nodding in recognition,

"Good morning Mr Weasley," she smiled, did she recall his little outburst two days ago? "Did you hear what I said?"

"About a question on the paperwork?" he asked,

"That's right," she nodded still smiling.

"Oh right, well, come in," he stood aside permitting her entrance,

"Thank you."

He studied her for a second, she looked… good. WHAT?! He mentally slapped himself thoroughly, what is wrong with your head boy?! But even whilst his brain was beating him up, his eyes still roamed over her, she was dressed plainly in a t-shirt, jeans and cardigan. A soaked rain jacket covered her arm and she whipped out her wand to dry the soggy clothing. Her hair which was usually tied up in an intricate bun, hung loosely over one shoulder while the other side was hooked around her ear. Did he ever notice the slight wave at the very end? Get your eyes somewhere besides there you idiot!

"Yes, there was some wording I didn't get," Audrey spoke suddenly,

"Couldn't you have owled me?" Percy was back to his business-like manner,

"I would've if my owl wasn't ill," she said, "And I don't much fancy Diagon Alley anymore, it always looks so dead nowadays."

"You're scared?" Percy asked,

"Well," she laughed, "I'm not a Gryffindor like you."

"Oh, what house were you in?"

"Hufflepuff," she grinned,

"Really?" he asked his eyes still roamed her hair again, STOP IT!

"Even Hufflepuff's can get a job at the ministry you know," the smile was gone from her face now,

"I never said they couldn't," Percy said quickly, "I just, erm… I'm tired."

She looked at him straight in the eye, and then started to laugh,

"Well, here's one thing I never thought I would see. Percy Weasley in his vulnerable state," she was still laughing,

"I don't see that as funny," he declared,

"Oh come on, you're always so… proper, never let a single wall down, and here you are supposedly making mistakes because you're tired," she grinned, "Just not a common occurrence is all I'm saying."

Will this woman ever stop messing with my brain? Percy thought.

"Well, I'm just… just not a vulnerable person."

Audrey grinned, "And modest too."

"You were saying about paperwork," Percy said eager to change the subject.

"Oh, yes," Audrey rummaged in her handbag her hair swirling over her face in the process, Percy stared determinedly somewhere else. I must be coming down with something.

Audrey glanced questioningly towards the couch and Percy nodded, sure that his face was blushing. Audrey started into a long rant over what a letter meant, saying that the words were just all wrong. It didn't take Percy more than two minutes to realise what the writer was on about and soon he was dictating a letter in response. Audrey scribbled loyally and soon they were finished.

"Well, thank you Mr Weasley," Audrey smiled. Stop smiling woman, Percy thought, your teeth are blinding me, "That was a real help."

Percy was just showing her to the door when she turned,

"Mr Weasley, I can't help feeling you've got nothing to do tonight," Audrey looked somewhere between pleased and anxious, "I was just wondering, a few of my friends and myself were just going to head over to the Three Broomsticks later, would you care to join us?"

Percy's brain being the genius it was took only seconds to calculate an answer sufficient,

"Yes," he blurted,

"Alright then," Audrey was back to smiling, Augh, my eyes, "I'll pick you up at seven?"

"S-sure," Percy stuttered, not really clear on what had just happened,

"See you then," Audrey turned and left and Percy caught sight of a Cheshire-cat grin.

The last thing Percy remembered registering was her hair making one last swish before he closed the door.

Is the expression 'Cheshire-cat grin' right 'cause I'm not really sure. I hope Percy doesn't seem cold or whatever but he is supposed to be having a miserable day today and he's just a bit bored.

Criticise me (in a review) if I didn't get something/anything right (it's an invitation for you to let out all of your pent up feelings of anger and aggression at my writing, let it all out… In a REVIEW!)

Was that a subtle enough hint?