Humongous Bighead

Percy Weasley, former Prefect and current Headboy. Don't try any funny business, I'm in charge. independent rp blog for Percy Weasley. Time zone will vary.

[oliverbirchwood]

[[I need to use this blog more

[outofthewayimheadboy]

[[Omg hellooooo!!]]

[oliverbirchwood]

Reunion of Sorts||Oliver and Percy

[outofthewayimheadboy]

Percy would’ve scoffed at the question, but as it turned out the waiter came back just in time, setting food before them both before leaving them off into an awkward stand still between question and answer. “Of course it is, I have a lot of say. He takes my opinion very highly, I’ll have you know,” he finally answered, distracting himself with the inspection of his fish and chips with a natural scrutiny pursing his lips into a gentle pucker. 

[oliverbirchwood]

Oliver glanced over as the waiter came with their food. He flashed them a smile before glancing over at Percy again. “I’m sure you do,” he said looking at Percy with a smile. “So, other than your super top secret job, what do you do in your free time, if you have any that is…” 

[outofthewayimheadboy]

"M-my free time..?" He repeated, and out of all the questions he could've been asked, somehow this one made him draw a sudden blank. "Well, I.. read and watch Quidditch," he listed off lamely, stuffing a large chip in his mouth for the need of a reason to keep it closed as his cheeks turned a soft shade of pink. 

[outofthewayimheadboy]

Confounded Confundus

[outofthewayimheadboy]

“Yes well it’s still in my department to interview all those who witnessed or took la-” he began hastily, his voice strict before falling away with a sigh. “Nevermind, best just get this over with..” he said, standing up and pulling his wand from the inside of his suit jacket. And with a flick of his wrist and a well pronounced ‘Confundus!’, a stream of light set off for Lestrade, only to fall flat and simply dissipate at meeting his forehead.

Percy suddenly dropped his jaw, what tight, pretentious look he had before was now made completely childish and round-eyed. “But how did-… Impossible!” He cried, bringing his wand up once more. “Confundus!” But the spell simply fell at the others forehead once more, leaving the red-head stuttering and falling into heated mumbles with himself. 

“No no, it can’t be. What is this? Maybe he’s gaurded?”

[thebestofabadlot]

Lestrade rolled his eyes as the other babbled about whatever it was. He was on the verge of telling him to just leave when he pulled a stick like the ones those other men had out of his pocket. He very nearly fell out of his chair when a streak of light shot out of it, straight towards him.

After the initial shock of surprise wore off he looked back up at the young man still mumbling to himself, trying not to notice that his headache had gotten worse than ever. “Now look mate, I’m sure you think that’s real funny but I am a police officer & a very busy one & I don’t have time for all this,” he gestured to the stick in frustration, then stood up & crossed his arms over his chest. “If you haven’t come here for anything then I can have you escorted out, but if so then for god’s sake speak up.”

[outofthewayimheadboy]

Percy paused in his stuttering at the others insistence, shoulders drawing back tightly as his posture straightened out. The older Weasley seemed properly scandalized, his lips thinning out into line of offense that was all too fitting for him. "I am not some child here to pull your leg!" He defended, and his glasses sat crooked on his face now, but he didn't seem to notice, eyes narrowing behind the lenses of his raised chin. 

But inside he was panicking, his fingers twitching around the handle of his wand that he held onto like a vice as his mind raced. "You're no ordinary muggle.." he noted, with a clear of his throat, raising his wand hand to point at the others nose. "Who are you really then, Mr. Lestrade?" 

[oliverbirchwood]

Reunion of Sorts||Oliver and Percy

[outofthewayimheadboy]

Percy thinned his lips, raising his chin to follow his personal pride. “I’m the personal secretary to the head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, actually,” he said, and he shifted slightly in his seat as if to make room for the pride that swelled in him at his own title. “And I’m afraid I can’t tell you, it really is confidential, what with these recent meetings and- Well it’s all really hush hush. But of course I have a huge role myself,” The Weasley assured him, as humble as ever.

[oliverbirchwood]

Oliver didn’t say anything for a moment, pursing his lips. He remained silent for a long moment, nose scrunching. “Well, that’s very….top secret then.” He also added very boring in his head but didn’t say it out loud. He smirked a bit and shook his head. “I wouldn’t expect anything less really, I’m not surprised if you have a big role. So, is your opinion….taken into consideration then?”

[outofthewayimheadboy]

Percy would've scoffed at the question, but as it turned out the waiter came back just in time, setting food before them both before leaving them off into an awkward stand still between question and answer. "Of course it is, I have a lot of say. He takes my opinion very highly, I'll have you know," he finally answered, distracting himself with the inspection of his fish and chips with a natural scrutiny pursing his lips into a gentle pucker. 

[oliverbirchwood]

Reunion of Sorts||Oliver and Percy

[outofthewayimheadboy]

“Oh, it’s hard to really put a name on it. I’ve been recently promoted, so I’m overseeing files and paperwork for bigger decision making. Most of which is very confidential,” he said, but the stress that he put on the last bit made it obvious he’d want the other to try and pry it out of him, his eyebrows raising slowly as he looked off purposefully. The Cauldron was full for the most part, but somehow he was finding himself not caring too much for the improper setting, and his eyes fell back to Oliver, taking in those broad, athletic shoulders and refusing himself to believe he really was.

[oliverbirchwood]

Oliver didn’t say anything, only listening as Percy spoke. He stared at him blankly for a moment when he stressed on the very. After a moment he rose an eyebrow and ran a hand through his hair. “How….very confidential then?” He asked, feeling a bit awkward at even asking before flashing the Weasley an awkward grin. “Also, how can you not know the title of your job….?”

[outofthewayimheadboy]

Percy thinned his lips, raising his chin to follow his personal pride. "I'm the personal secretary to the head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, actually," he said, and he shifted slightly in his seat as if to make room for the pride that swelled in him at his own title. "And I'm afraid I can't tell you, it really is confidential, what with these recent meetings and- Well it's all really hush hush. But of course I have a huge role myself," The Weasley assured him, as humble as ever.

[oliverbirchwood]

Reunion of Sorts||Oliver and Percy

[outofthewayimheadboy]

“The Derpartment of Magical Cooperation,” he said easily, his grin widening to make room for his personal pride. And he would’ve went off on a tangent with it if the waiter hadn’t come over just in time. He asked what they were having, and Percy ordered a Butterbeer and a plate of fish and chips -light on the batter, and then looked back to Oliver with a relaxed raise of his eyebrows. 

[oliverbirchwood]

Oliver would have asked about it but he would have trusted the other to go on talking about it in the first place. He looked up, seeing the waiter come and get their order. Oliver ordered a firewhiskey and some chicken to go with it before turning to Percy. “So, what exactly do you do?”

[outofthewayimheadboy]

"Oh, it's hard to really put a name on it. I've been recently promoted, so I'm overseeing files and paperwork for bigger decision making. Most of which is very confidential," he said, but the stress that he put on the last bit made it obvious he'd want the other to try and pry it out of him, his eyebrows raising slowly as he looked off purposefully. The Cauldron was full for the most part, but somehow he was finding himself not caring too much for the improper setting, and his eyes fell back to Oliver, taking in those broad, athletic shoulders and refusing himself to believe he really was.

[oliverbirchwood]

Reunion of Sorts||Oliver and Percy

[outofthewayimheadboy]

“I wasn’t exactly planning on it,” Percy quips, his eyebrows drawing a bit as he thought over the idea of it somewhere far back in his mind. It might be rather nice to attend another game of course, especially at his boss’ invitation, but he wasn’t about to prod at him for another ticket -after all, the man barely learned to say his name properly just last week. “I can’t take many breaks off with this time of year. Summer’s approaching and the Ministry is usually at it’s busiest,” he adds. “And I’m an important part of my department, of course.”

[oliverbirchwood]

Oliver was silent for a long moment, glancing down at the menu nodding his head. “Right then,” he said as he smiled at him before running a hand through his hair. He had been hoping that the other would have come to another game but he understood that the other was busy with his work. “So, what department of the ministry are you working at these days?” 

[outofthewayimheadboy]

"The Derpartment of Magical Cooperation," he said easily, his grin widening to make room for his personal pride. And he would've went off on a tangent with it if the waiter hadn't come over just in time. He asked what they were having, and Percy ordered a Butterbeer and a plate of fish and chips -light on the batter, and then looked back to Oliver with a relaxed raise of his eyebrows. 

[oliverbirchwood]

Reunion of Sorts||Oliver and Percy

[outofthewayimheadboy]

The elder Weasley nodded sharply, and it was a simple tilt of his wand that had him right inside the Leaky Cauldron seconds later, his fingers coming up to fix his horn-rimmed glasses as he felt Oliver reapparate beside him. The bar was just off to the left,  and as noisy as ever, but Percy lead them to the right, setting himself in a small booth against the opposite side where the loudness of the crowded bar was just a buzz above them, and his hands folded on top of the table.He seemed comfortable with this semblance of privacy and even relaxed himself back against the seat.

He regarded Oliver with with his eyes then, letting them follow up and settle on his face, something like a subtle grin catching his lips under the dim lights of the place. “So what’s your next game?’ he asked as they settled in, picking up a list of drinks from the tables surface to help distract himself. He never was to good at small talk, or rather relaxed conversation in general.

[oliverbirchwood]

In a matter of moments, Oliver appeared right behind Percy. He smiled at the redhead for a moment before following behind him to a small booth, pushing himself into a seat and sitting across from the other. The room was loud but the Qudditch player never seemed to mind, glancing around before looking back over at Percy, studying him for a moment. 

“Hm?” He brought his attention back over to the Weasley after a moment. “Oh, um, next week. We play against the Holyhead Harpies then. Why? Planning on going to that one or do you have to work?” 

[outofthewayimheadboy]

"I wasn't exactly planning on it," Percy quips, his eyebrows drawing a bit as he thought over the idea of it somewhere far back in his mind. It might be rather nice to attend another game of course, especially at his boss' invitation, but he wasn't about to prod at him for another ticket -after all, the man barely learned to say his name properly just last week. "I can't take many breaks off with this time of year. Summer's approaching and the Ministry is usually at it's busiest," he adds. "And I'm an important part of my department, of course."

[oliverbirchwood]

Reunion of Sorts||Oliver and Percy

[outofthewayimheadboy]

Percy gives him a simple shrug for once, and his hands take to pulling the hem of his suit jacket straighter. “Leaky Cauldron is fine, of course,” he says, and pulls out his wand from his coat pocket. “Do you apparate or use your broom?” he asks, gesturing with the tip of his wand and quirking his eyebrow high enough to touch the stray bits of his curly hair on his forehead. 

[oliverbirchwood]

“Either works for me.” Oliver said, offering him a shrug. “Apperation would get us there quicker, don’t you think?” He said as he propped his broom up against his shoulder. “Ready then?” 

[outofthewayimheadboy]

The elder Weasley nodded sharply, and it was a simple tilt of his wand that had him right inside the Leaky Cauldron seconds later, his fingers coming up to fix his horn-rimmed glasses as he felt Oliver reapparate beside him. The bar was just off to the left,  and as noisy as ever, but Percy lead them to the right, setting himself in a small booth against the opposite side where the loudness of the crowded bar was just a buzz above them, and his hands folded on top of the table.He seemed comfortable with this semblance of privacy and even relaxed himself back against the seat.

He regarded Oliver with with his eyes then, letting them follow up and settle on his face, something like a subtle grin catching his lips under the dim lights of the place. "So what's your next game?' he asked as they settled in, picking up a list of drinks from the tables surface to help distract himself. He never was to good at small talk, or rather relaxed conversation in general.

[oliverbirchwood]

Reunion of Sorts||Oliver and Percy

[outofthewayimheadboy]

The red-head eyed Oliver for a moment at the question, biting his lip prominently now and somehow finding himself nodding in confirmation before he had found the words to speak. “Of course,” he said firmly, raising his chin to help make his answer a bit less hesitated. And to keep himself from faltering further he added, “I’m off for the rest of the day, it so happens.”

[oliverbirchwood]

The Quidditch player eyed him for a moment before his grin widened. “Really? Great!” He said as he quieted for a moment. “Have any place in mind or is the Leaky Cauldron alright with you?” He questioned, that being his normal place to go after a game. 

[outofthewayimheadboy]

Percy gives him a simple shrug for once, and his hands take to pulling the hem of his suit jacket straighter. "Leaky Cauldron is fine, of course," he says, and pulls out his wand from his coat pocket. "Do you apparate or use your broom?" he asks, gesturing with the tip of his wand and quirking his eyebrow high enough to touch the stray bits of his curly hair on his forehead. 

[sca-mh-blog]

[oliverbirchwood]

Reunion of Sorts||Oliver and Percy

[outofthewayimheadboy]

“I’m rather busy these days,” he supplies, and a thin smile coils onto his lips as if this statement were something worth bragging about. “I’m afraid that makes it hard for me to be a regular,” Percy adds, and as he watches Oliver he can’t help but stare a bit longer than acceptable, only to shake himself from it with a quick clearing of his throat and reddening cheeks to highlight his freckled face. “You seem busy yourself lately,” he notes, clearing his throat to keep his voice level. “With quidditch of course, and all that traveling.”

[oliverbirchwood]

“I figured as much.” Oliver said as he gave the other somewhat of a half smile. He nodded the next moment as he ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, lots of traveling and it gets really busy here and there.” He paused for a moment in thought. “Hey,” he began the next moment. “Are you busy tomorrow? Or later this evening? I mean we could go get a drink or something and catch up.”

[outofthewayimheadboy]

The red-head eyed Oliver for a moment at the question, biting his lip prominently now and somehow finding himself nodding in confirmation before he had found the words to speak. "Of course," he said firmly, raising his chin to help make his answer a bit less hesitated. And to keep himself from faltering further he added, "I'm off for the rest of the day, it so happens."

[oliverbirchwood]

<3

[outofthewayimheadboy]

#I will forever have a mental image of oliver awkwardly asking percy on a date 

((No but do you not realize how much I needed this in my life? cutie patooties <3))

[oliverbirchwood]

Reunion of Sorts||Oliver and Percy

[outofthewayimheadboy]

There was something to be anxious about with this meeting, Percy thought, as he watched Oliver fly over to the top box on his broom, his eyes immediately widening behind the rims of his glasses. He noted how much taller the other was, and how his shoulders were broader, his entire body all over athletic, and suddenly grew a bit self conscious of his thin, wirey frame beneath his suit. But at his name Percy shifted in his seat, only standing after a moment and addressing the other with an out stretched hand. “Wood,” he said, as if they were friendly business partners. “Nice game,” he added, his teeth subtly coming up to scrape against his top lip. 

[oliverbirchwood]

Oliver stared at the Weasley and his outstretched hand for a moment before looking at him in the eyes. He reached out his own hand awkwardly to grasp the others. He beamed the next moment and nodded. “Thanks, glad you enjoyed it.” A hand came up and ran through his hair. “You’re the last person I thought I’d see here, though.”

[outofthewayimheadboy]

"I'm rather busy these days," he supplies, and a thin smile coils onto his lips as if this statement were something worth bragging about. "I'm afraid that makes it hard for me to be a regular," Percy adds, and as he watches Oliver he can't help but stare a bit longer than acceptable, only to shake himself from it with a quick lick of lips and reddening cheeks to highlight his freckled face. "You seem busy yourself lately," he notes, clearing his throat to keep his voice level. "With quidditch of course, and all that traveling."

[oliverbirchwood]

Reunion of Sorts||Oliver and Percy

[outofthewayimheadboy]

He was on his feet, clapping along with the crowd as the players backed into the locker rooms. And it was all he could do to catch Oliver’s odd gesture and wrinkle his nose as his boss beside him announced his leaving. The red-head stayed behind, his nose wrinkling softly as he crossed his arms over his chest and found his seat once more. The announcer regarded him with a hearty smile that he ignored as he watched the Quidditch players vanish from site, some odd sense of impatience taking over him as he waited stiffly.

[oliverbirchwood]

Oliver quickly went into the locker room and changed out of his Quidditch robes into something else. He poked his head out of the locker room and grabbed his broom. He decided to go with the unconventional way to get back to where Percy was sitting and landed his broom, making his way over to him. “Percy! Hey!” He called. 

[outofthewayimheadboy]

There was something to be anxious about with this meeting, Percy thought, as he watched Oliver fly over to the top box on his broom, his eyes immediately widening behind the rims of his glasses. He noted how much taller the other was, and how his shoulders were broader, his entire body all over athletic, and suddenly grew a bit self conscious of his thin, wirey frame beneath his suit. But at his name Percy shifted in his seat, only standing after a moment and addressing the other with an out stretched hand. "Wood," he said, as if they were friendly business partners. "Nice game," he added, his teeth subtly coming up to scrape against his top lip. 

[oliverbirchwood]

Reunion of Sorts||Oliver and Percy

[outofthewayimheadboy]

It was a real treat, this game invite, and the third Weasley son was rather quick to accept his boss’ gracious offer of a top box seat -stumbling over his ‘thank yous’ and retaining as much dignity as he could under all the excitement. Up from this angle the view of the field and players was perfect, and despite his obvious enthusiasm for the sport he managed to keep himself as perfectly square-shouldered and pretentiousness as ever when sitting beside his higher up. 

And it was only as the announcer was beginning the match that Percy noted the very subtle glance from one of the players, and the face recognition kicked back into him, turning his ears slightly pink as he raised his brows, only to just as quickly clear his throat and tilt his chin up importantly. But he couldn’t help himself from glancing back at him through shimmer of lights bouncing off his lenses.

[oliverbirchwood]

Despite an obvious distraction, Oliver played through the match rather well. He tried his best to keep a focused mind and not let anything distract him in anyway, shape, or form. It wasn’t easy, but some how he manged to do it. 

After the match, Oliver  looked around. He watched as the other players retreated back before looking back over at Percy, trying to signal him to stay for a moment before going to go get changed himself. 

[outofthewayimheadboy]

He was on his feet, clapping along with the crowd as the players backed into the locker rooms. And it was all he could do to catch Oliver's odd gesture and wrinkle his nose as his boss beside him announced his leaving. The red-head stayed behind, his nose wrinkling softly as he crossed his arms over his chest and found his seat once more. The announcer regarded him with a hearty smile that he ignored as he watched the Quidditch players vanish from site, some odd sense of impatience taking over him as he waited stiffly.

[oliverbirchwood]

Reunion of Sorts||Oliver and Percy

Oliver looked down over the Quidditch Pitch, it looked like a full crowd tonight. Puddlemere United was playing against the Falmouth Falcons and everyone knew it would be a good game. The keeper looked around, having time as the announcer introduced the Falcons. 

His eyes scanned the boxes, wondering what sorts of important people were there that day. He nearly did a double take, catching sight of a redhead. Now, it wouldn’t have been odd considering the number of redheads and the Weasley family, but this one he knew who it could only be, Percy Weasley. (Considering he was the only member that Oliver knew that wore glasses and worked for the ministry.)

Oliver tried shifting his attention from being on Percy, to back on the match as it just started, making a mental note that he’d after to find the other later after the match. 

[outofthewayimheadboy]

It was a real treat, this game invite, and the third Weasley son was rather quick to accept his boss' gracious offer of a top box seat -stumbling over his 'thank yous' and retaining as much dignity as he could under all the excitement. Up from this angle the view of the field and players was perfect, and despite his obvious enthusiasm for the sport he managed to keep himself as perfectly square-shouldered and pretentiousness as ever when sitting beside his higher up. 

And it was only as the announcer was beginning the match that Percy noted the very subtle glance from one of the players, and the face recognition kicked back into him, turning his ears slightly pink as he raised his brows, only to just as quickly clear his throat and tilt his chin up importantly. But he couldn't help himself from glancing back at him through shimmer of lights bouncing off his lenses.