Rowing: (word) change: Percy Weasley
Character: Percy Weasley
Pairing (mentions): PercyxOC
Potions #4: Use the colours as inspiration, must write them in order. (Something like that)
Colours: Yellow (happiness), Green (sickness), Blue (sadness), Purple (fear), Red (anger), Orange (bigger happiness)
Extra Prompt: Percy Weasley
Word Count: 506
He saw the world in colours. Of course, everyone else did as well (unless they were blind), but he also associated memories and moments with colours. Most people didn't, they just saw the colours and moved on with their lives. He was more sentimental than that (although his girlfriend called him mental on many occasions, but who was she to judge?)
Yellow was the warm glow that settled in his stomach when he rolled down the hills with his siblings. It was the sand between his toes on days at the beach. It was the glare of the sun on summer days. Yellow was the warmth that surrounded him when she smiled in his direction, a cheeky glint within the depths of her eyes. It was the colour of the badgers, the kind house — the one he was almost part of. Yellow was the colour of happiness.
Green was grass between his toes as he took his first steps. It was when he crouched over a toilet bowl, his insides feeling like they were going to tear themselves out of him. It was the flash of the killing curse, stripping someone from their life. Green was the outline of her robes, signalling she was from the house of snakes.
Blue was her eyes, mischievous and full of love. Blue was when he left his family — and subsequently her — behind. It was the water of his baths, the tears streaming down his cheeks after a long day. Blue was when Fred died, and a while after, his father. It was the house of Ravens, the smart house. The one the hat said he had potential for, but shouldn't go to.
Purple was the moment before a test. It was the moment before he proposed. It was when he felt like he was suffocating, trapped in his own mind. Purple wasn't an important colour.
Red was her hair. It was when she ignored him in her fifth year. It was when he found out she was with someone else, completely forgetting him. Red was the colour of his house, plastered along the walls of his home. It was fire that tore through homes, destroying lives without a care. Red was His eyes, staring into the depths of the world, and he didn't regret when the life came out of of them. It was when his brothers told him he wasn't good enough.
Orange was his hair, that everyone made fun of. Orange was sunsets that he liked to watch with her. It was when she said yes, that she did want to go back out with him, even though he was a jerk to her. It was when he found out he had passed a test with flying colours, when he found out he was a Prefect. It was his least favourite fruit.
He loved colours. They were so important in every moment. Other people didn't see them the way he did, and he wanted that to change. People just had to open their eyes.
This is literal shit. No joke. Ah, I tried. Love you Mars (I must — Jesus Christ I'm killing myself by signing up to every assignment)
~Buttercat