The no-maj? The non-wizard!

“Well, I never mind helping you out, but seeing the healer first always seem like the most logical thing to do,” he smiled and knelt back next to her, “I have most things with me I suppose. Just in case. I have had situations where I’ve been alone and the only one to help me was myself,” he explained, scooping a bit of cream onto two fingers before very carefully applying it onto the healing wound, “It’s a bit cold I’m afraid.”

He smiled softly when she didn’t argue and knelt dow to be on eye level with the wound, lifting a hand, but not quite touching her. He could feel the natural heat from her body against the skin of his fingers even now before he leaned awway and unlocked his case, “Well even if it doesn’t heal the wound quicker it should help it feel a little better at least,” he assured, his whole arm and a bit of his shoulder vanishing into the case as he rummaged through what sounded like a bag just inside the case opening.

“God, you’re a fox!”

“Yeah, I don’t fool around.”

“See you on the dueling ground.”

“I know where to find you, piss off.”

“Shh! I’m trying to watch the show!”

“Everything is legal in New Jersey.”

“I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true.”

“I’m a little nervous, but I can’t show it.”

“I’d rather skip the pleasantries. Let’s go.”

“Your mother can’t take another heartbreak.”

“I can’t have that, I’m making my father proud!”

“If you had only heard the shit he said about you!”

“Gotta be my own man, like my father, but bolder!”

“But what if he decides to shoot? Then I’m a goner.”

“Your father’s a scoundrel, and so, it seems, are you.” 

“I prob’ly shouldn’t brag, but, dag, I amaze and astonish!”

“I doubt you would have let it slide and I was not about to!”

“How ‘bout when I get back, we all strip down to our socks?”

“To take someone’s life… that is something you can’t shake.”

“The ladies say my brain’s not where the resemblance stops!”

“He refused to apologize. We had to let the peace talks cease…”

“Promise me. You don’t want this young man’s blood on your conscience.”

“You should of watched your mouth before you talked about my father, though!”

SEND “FANCY SEEING YOU HERE.” TO MEET MY MUSE AT A FANCY PARTY.

Percival turned at the voice, and his lips curled up slightly into a smirk 

Percival grinned, holding an arm out to her to escort her around the room. “I think I can forgive you this once.” He said playfully. “Just this once however.” 

The Director leaned over to whisper “Well, I’ll try not to damage it too much later.” into her ear. 

“Well thank goodnes for that,” she replied, grinning. “I’m not sure how I would have lived with myself if you hadn’t.” She took his arm and looked around as they started walking, noting who was there.

Was she at MACUSA? The seal on the floor told her so, and so did the large number of adults rushing around her. None of them seemed to notice the teenager walking through looking confused, so she kept wandering. As she was about to go find somebody to ask for help, she spotted somebody she recognized. Her jaw dropped, and she walked over to him.

“Are you Percival Graves?” she asked, clearly excited. “It’s an honor to meet you, you’re practically a legend - you’re older than I thought you were but you’re still just as amazing in person and I’ve wanted to meet you since I was a kid and I first heard about you, and this is - it’s just incredible to meet you!”

Percival simply smiled when she eyed him before giving a nod. He waited, before apparating to the other side of the room to meet her. 

SEND ME ☟ FOR MY MUSE TO TURN BACK INTO THEIR YOUNGER SELF, WITH ONLY THE MEMORIES THAT LEAD UP TO THAT AGE.

Percival looked around him with a small frown. This… this certainly wasn’t Ilvermorny. The sixteen year old looked at all the people, getting a few odd looks in return. Wasn’t this the MACUSA building? He had been here once before… 

He perked up at the idea of Artie again. 

Percival allowed himself to be turned again and he moved towards the door. “Uh.” He looked down at himself before giving a small shrug. “…I’ve been…wearing suits for… all my life… pretty much, but that…might be expensive.” He didn’t want to cost Miss Tina or her sister any more money than he had to. 

“so whatever is easier to buy I guess.”

Tina paused, pursing her lips as she considered it for a moment. 

Queenie could make them, more than likely. She made most of her own clothes, after all. “Queenie can make some for pretty cheap, but that might take time,” she pondered. “By that point I’d have to transfigure them anyway, so maybe it’s just simpler to do that.” She thought it over for another moment.

Tina paused in the midst of searching for her clothes, turning to look back at Percival. She bit her lip, moving closer to the bed, but not climbing back in just yet. She didn’t know exactly why she had gotten up, but she simply said, “Queenie will wonder where I’ve been.” Not that this was the first time she had stayed out all night. But usually it was for very different reasons.

Percival smiled as he turned from the mirror, stepping away to look her over a moment to make sure they weren’t about ot head to work still looking desheviled or something. 

“That you do.” he agreed with a grin. “Shall we head out then?” 

Tina smiled back, adjusting her coat one last time. He looked impeccable as per usual, and she felt better knowing that his spell had left her own clothes wrinkle free.