who even told mum that i’m staying at oliver’s for now? she likely doesn’t even know that it’s his place, not my own. seems doubtful that she’d know what it means or tell anyone, if she did.
for oliver’s sake, i certainly hope that she keeps it to herself. i shudder to think what my siblings might say over him harboring me. bill might not care much. he can’t tell them that he’s owled me or that he pulled me aside to talk, the last time i was at gringott’s, but that’s on them. anyway, i don’t think he remembers oliver terribly well, but fred and george would all take this as a personal betrayal. “we let you get away with picking him in school, but he’s gone too far this time, you can’t pick him anymore, you just can’t.”
perhaps worst of the lot, though, i’m certain charlie would be terribly disappointed in him. i can just imagine that diatribe: “how very dare you take percy in when he came to you in crisis. how could you even think of it. you were my *keeper*, oliver, my *successor* as gryffindor captain. i hand-picked you for it and now you’re letting that pompous arse crash at your place? after what he said to our father? after percy dared to defend himself during the row that *dad* started?
“you’re giving percy shelter after what he said, as though dad didn’t deserve it, with the way he’s held the family back? percy got raked across the coals over failing to suspect that mr. crouch had been placed under the imperius curse by his supposedly-dead lunatic son and a supposedly-gone dark lord, but *dad’s* only ever been held back by intra-ministry prejudices against him and muggles, all of us know that. the incident with that flying ford anglia wasn’t anything but discrimination.
“never mind that dad’s job description has always been about stopping wizards doing exactly what he did with the car; the inquiry he faced had nothing to do with him and percy’s just jealous and overly ambitious and he’d sell all of us to the death eaters for a pat on the head. how could you do something like give that pompous, prattish, four-eyed waste of space somewhere to stay instead of tossing him to the wolves, oliver. how *could* you.”
and to think: we and penny had picked next week to finally tell the weasleys about the three of us. the inquiry at the office would’ve been settled, we could have — but so much for that, i suppose. — the personal, private journals of percy weasley, thursday 13th july 1995.
rocket man (elton john) :: i am not a robot (marina & the diamonds) :: a well respected man (the kinks) :: please, please, please let me get what i want (the smiths) :: lokasenna (brian tyler; thor: the dark world ost) :: the banishment of éomer (howard shore; the lord of the rings: the two towers ost) :: blue monday ‘88 (new order) :: dinner at eight (rufus wainwright) :: another one bites the dust (queen) :: you are no son of mine (ramin djawadi; game of thrones ost, season 4) :: return to your ghost (fernando velázquez; crimson peak ost) :: playing with the big boys (steve martin & martin short; the prince of egypt ost) :: cool blue reason (cake) :: boys don’t cry (the cure) :: atlas (coldplay).
happy 40th birthday to my favorite ginger son, percy weasley (b. 22nd august 1976). ♡
