eternally yours ,, percy weasley (REWRITING)

VIII - March 14th, 1992

"Have you got another muggle book?" Percy peered over his stack of books, recognizing the familiar hair stick from the corner of his eyes. The seats around her were empty so he took that as an invitation to sit on the right of her, setting his books down with a grunt. His point of view shifted as he read the title aloud, "Lolita?". Her eyes snapped up from the book as if she was caught in an uncomfortable situation, her gaze instantly softening.

"By Merlin's beard, you scared the shit out of me." The subtle creak in the spine of the old book was barely audible, the air being expelled as the pages snapped shut around the soft red bookmark. Plump lips curved upwards as the grateful smile found its way onto her face. It came to her like putting on your socks becomes a part of your routine, it was second nature around percy. Watching as the fly-away strands

"What's the book about?"

"Well, it follows this absolute deviant of a man, Humbert, and his technical stepdaughter, Dolores,"

He listened to her explanation, which was all but short, zoning out at some moments to notice her eyes. Sure, they were brown and they reflected his content smirk as he listened but that wasn't the only thing he saw. Her eyes crinkled in, the makeup smear on the left eye becoming apparent. Her eyes were so big and perfectly curved, suddenly the words disappeared from his ears as he was drawn into her looks. Glassy and unblinking through her whole ramble, white flakes crusting on the edges of her ears as what looked like old gel built up on top of her skin.

"And where did sleep factor in?"

She seemed shocked that he even cut her off and more surprised he could notice her lack of sleep. "Well if you must know I went to sleep on Thursday night."

"And you've been up since Friday?"

"That is how the week passes, plus it's only Saturday. I can always sleep tomorrow," and with a shrug of her shoulders, she officially closed the conversation. Even though his brows furrowed like they always did before he began scolding her, the subtle tilt in her head dared him to say anything to her and he wasn't one to challenge her.
"So what are you studying?"

"Well, I was going to brush up on my potions theories. I took what you said into account and you were right.."

"I'm always right." She cut him off comfortably, seeming to forget this wasn't one of her friends she was talking to who would've taken this rude and pompous behavior as a joke. So she exhaled and apologized, he reassured her and continued speaking as she paid attention to him.

"And you wrote all this with a quill?" She cut him off about 2 minutes into his talking about the long potions essay he wrote.

"Well naturally, although I was gifted some self-writing ones but they broke last month." He cracked a small smile as she ignored the vein that wanted to pop out of her head and instead smiled.

"Here, These are muggle pens." She leaned over the side of the table to dig into her bag, pulling out a small leather pencil case. "They're much easier to write with, especially because they don't break as easy as quills." He watched in stagnant anticipation as she rolled out the leather pouch.

She had an assortment of writing materials, along with her wand which was pleasantly kept in place by elastic. There were many pens engraved with the words 'T. Kingsly' 'T.Kingston' and even 'T. Kingdom'. Her fingertips floated over the pens until she got to an unmarked one, swiftly removing it before closing the pouch. The ginger stayed silent, the gears turning in his mind, piecing together each thought carefully with a delicate touch.

"Here, keep this one! It's one of my newer ones, usually, I collect ones with similar names-"

"Come to Hogsmeade with me."