Common Good

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Percival wiped the sweat off of his brow. He could have used magic but wasn't ready to test himself that way. Besides, once Stasia and him had done things the muggle way and moved their desks next to each other. They always worked on the same paperwork anyway and it gave them room to practice defensive and offensive magic. That and Stasia's occasionally out there shows of magic, she was always innovating a new spell. He gave a quiet laugh, looking over the scorch marks that littered the walls. 
"That's my girl." He said dropping into his chair. "If only I could see you." 

The bright book that had been left on her old desk had a thin layer of dust on it.
"Oh she would have a fit." Percival brushed it off and picked it up to read. 
"Grimm's' Fairy Tales." Flicking through it he realized it must have been a No-Maj storybook. A sheaf of parchment fell out of the pages and hit the floor. Bracing himself, Percival picked it up. 

Dearest Percival,                                                                          1927, June 25th

I don't know if... no when you'll see this. And you will see this someday.
My brother is a bit of a twit, he won't tell me where you are. And keeps playing
games with whether or not you're alive. You have to be, please.
I am leaving in a few days as part of the guard taking Gellert back to Europe.
Actually I will be returning to my post at Hogwarts. Madam Picquery seems to
think it's for the best and promised to keep looking. I begged to stay but I got
out numbered. Come find me when you find this, I need you Percival. 
I fell in love. 

Sincerely, 
Anastasia Rebecca Alexandria Grindelwald.

Grabbing both the book and the letter, "I'm coming Stasia." 
Percival was half way through the door when he realized his forgotten wand. 
"Yeah, I probably need that." He thought. 
"Madam President!"

"Percival, what on earth has gotten into you?" She asked him. "And don't tell you were running down the hall again like you and Anastasia did." 
"Sort of." He had forgotten the impromptu races they held. "Actually I need to go to England. Stasia left me a letter."
Thankfully Madam Picquery didn't ask to see it, Percival felt it was for his eyes only. 
"Letter or no letter, I knew you would be going." She said to him. "You two could never stay far apart." 

Hogwarts
October 20, 1927

"Why won't you do anything?" Anastasia asked him.
"Anna, there has been any new sightings. He seems to have gone dormant. 
"Right, my brother stay out of sight. Exactly how much butter beer have you had?" 
"Now Anastasia, I'm sure everything will work itself out." said Headmaster Dippet. He was sick and tired of the two fighting, not that he blamed Anastasia who had been forward with everything and laid her life more than once on the line. Albus, however, seemed to have enough history with Gellert Grindelwald but wasn't going to say anything about it. 

"It will be fine when this one talks." She pointed a threatening finger at Albus. "Now here's another matter, when am I going to America?" Oh her blood was broiling and someone was going to get cooked, she just hadn't decided who. 
"America, I thought you were done there." Minerva McGonagall said. 
"My work yes, is done. However, there were some recent developments that I need to be a part of." 
"Anna, you're needed..." Albus shut his mouth when she cut him off.
"Stop calling me that, you make me sound like some quiet school child." Anastasia spat. "And if my brother really is hiding out somewhere, then I don't see why I can't go."
"The students." Minerva shrank back.
"They've been just fine without me." 

In the corridor Percival winced at the high voices, arguing over America, students and Grindelwald. 
"Oh goody, the British really do get feisty." Percival muttered. He knew one of them to be German, her accent showing through in her anger. 
"I'm going and don't you dare try to stop me." 
The door slammed shut and Percival watched her from behind a stone pillar. Her hair had taken on a shade of snow white mixed within the platinum blonde. 
"Oh Stasia." he whispered. She had heard him, "Who's there?" Wand raised. Percival gasped at the sight, her skin was so pale, scars stood prominently against her once clear face and her eyes. They weren't color changing like he remembered, they were half purple merging into the sliver. 

Percival walked out of his hiding spot, "Stasia."
Anastasia took him in, his hair had some extra grey and he looked a little older, but really he was same old Percival Graves. Even the kindness in his eyes was familiar. 
"Percival." Her wand clattered to the floor. He nodded, holding her tight as she had leapt into his arms. 
"It really is you, isn't it?"
"Yes it really is." Percival whispered against her hair. "I've missed you so much Stasia."
"I missed you too. Did you get my letter?" Anastasia wiped tears from her face. 
"I did, its why I'm here." Percival thought for a moment. "See you said something in your letter that I don't think either of us were quite ready to put into words." 

Percival brushed Anastasia's hair away from her face, "I love you Stasia."
Anastasia's heart fluttered, "I love you Percival."
"It's alright. I'm here now and we are never going to be apart again."
"Promise?" Anastasia asked through teary eyes.
"Promise." Answered Percival, wiping away her tears.