Little Things | °•Perciver•° [ON HOLD]

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You know, wattpad has become a place where I spill my random thoughts, so you're gonna have to deal with it (Was that too rude? Sorry).

I have a paramour! AHHH. And I wanna kiss them so bad. But I can't. I have to wait until tomorrow. And we are sending messages to each other and I'm getting them flustered and blushing and it feels so good. Why does it feel so good to get someone flustered? Am I sharing too much? Sorry. Kay, if you're reading this, sorry, I'm just excited. And now as I write this, they're making me blush-_-

I watched The Other Me (Έτερος Εγώ, Eteros Ego) the other day and OH MY GODS. It's so clever! How the fuck even. (Warning: If you want to watch it, I just thought it would be good to warn you that there are murders and gore throughout the movie)

Ah. Drunken confessions. Kind of cliché, I know. But I like it as long as no unconsentual things happen.

First part of them drunken confessions actually; technically the background story, why they (meaning Oliver, cuz Percy is 'the responsible one' as he says) were drunk in the first place.

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"Bottoms up!"

"Cheers!"

"Happy birthday, 'Mione!"

That day was Hermione's birthday and as a Weasley tradition, of course Percy's mum had prepared a feast. They had finished eating, the birthday girl had blown out the candles and now they were all -well, most of them, at least- having a drink in the living room.

After a couple of shots, Percy's dad already started talking nonsense about muggle inventions and Mrs Weasley took him upstairs to their room.

"Alright, now that the adults left-"

"George, we're all adults."

"Now that the adults left, how about we do something more fun?"

Ron eyed him suspiciously. "Like what?"

"I don't know, play a game. What about two truths one lie?"

There were murmurs, some of agreement, some of disagreement. George started talking again: "Since half of you are boring, why don't we let the birthday girl decide?"

Hermione, already tipsy, wore a serious expression and raised her index finger, probably trying to imitate professor Dumbledore, before saying: "I say... that we play!"

"Great! So the rules with some modifications: The person whose turn it is says two lies and one truth. The rest of the players decide who answers each time and if they are wrong, then they all take a shot. If they are correct, then the person who spoke has to take a shot. Easy?"

There were murmurs of agreement again.

"Great! So, who starts?", George asked. Nobody answered. "Me! Alright. Let's see. One, Lee and I actually got together in sixth year and kept our relationship a secret until after school. Two, one time I drunk so much at a party at Hogwarts I woke up at McGonagall's office not knowing how I got there, and three, I know how to curse in five languages."

"Easy; the second one. There is no way McGonagall let you get away with it.", Hermione said confidentally.

"Wrong. It's the third one. I know how to curse in six languages."