#perdrew

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Perdrew - part 1/?

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Out With a Bang || Perdrew

Shit. Why was it always him. Well, no, Percy knew that he wasn't the victim in this situation - it was obviously Andrew - but why did his best friend's ex-girlfriend (who also happened to be one of his closest friends) have to start going out with his cousin, only a few weeks after she broke up with said best friend? Sometimes he wondered why he had friends at all, but then he remembered what a lonely pillock he'd be without Andrew and James. As he trotted over to the other end of the pitch, to get behind the stands, he couldn't help but wonder if Andrew felt that way about losing Nicola. With him and Andrew, they were almost like a package - if you got one, the other tagged along - and it was strange, but he'd gotten used to Nicola being apart of that package. 

From behind an old plank of wood, he pulled an even bigger box that should not have fit in such a tiny space. It was simple, really, and he only ever seemed bothered with magic when he could use it for fun. He carried the box over to the centre of the pitch and unloaded the contents. Andrew would love it, he would forget all about Nicola - even if it was only for a moment - and they would have some fun. Just like Andrew said they would.

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Mirrors || Perdrew

Charms was ridiculous. Or at least that was what Percy had said very loudly in said class that morning. He'd also said and done a few other things that had managed to land him a visit to catch up with Headmistress McGonagall. He usually enjoyed these visits, but they were getting more frequent, and Percy just didn't think he could muster seeing that woman more than twice a day. There was obviously reason behind his troublemaking - there had to be - he just didn't know what that reason was (just yet).

It was with these thoughts running through his mind that Percy found himself walking - or storming, rather - towards the lake. Wandering there to think might have worked for some, but his direction was much more deliberate. It was an old haunt of his and James' - the unmentioned were insignificant - but he really hoped that James wouldn't be there, because Little Potter had mentioned the demand for Quidditch training. Sitting down on one of the large rocks that marked the shore, Percy picked up a large flat pebble, and flung it into the water; rippling a reflection other than his own. "Harrington." he said, reaching for another pebble to throw into the murky depths.