IMPERFECT FOR YOU ✸ P. Jackson

One. ╱ Percy Goes To Daycare

"dumbledore's written to me," azalea potter informed percy jackson, who laid in their bed, shirtless. he looked to where she stood in his shirt, leaned over the desk, reading the letter she'd received.

percy smirked at her, "how could he? he's a painting."

"you're hilarious," she glanced back to give him a deadpanned look.

"so i've been told."

azalea threw a shirt at the man, who only just caught it when he felt as though he'd gone through a vacuum.

percy appeared before minerva mcgonagall, half naked, shirt clutched in his hand, and looking as though he was going to puke.

"why am i not surprised you've arrived this way?" headmistress mcgonagall gave him a knowing but tired look.

"well, that's 'cause you've grown used to us, minnie." azalea said from behind him, where she was dusting off her trousers.

"always one to make an entrance, aren't you, ms. potter?"

"always," azalea winked, standing next to percy who leaned on her with his full weight. she summoned a bin and muttered a muffling charm as percy puked his guts out.

"i've done so much in my life, but nothing is worse than that." he was being dramatic, of course. he'd definitely gone through way worse.

minerva turned away, dismissing them and the two giggled to one another as azalea walked further into the office, tugging a recovering percy behind her.

"'ello dumb-as-a-door!" percy grinned.

for a painting, the man sure did look exhausted, "always a pleasure, mr. jackson."

"you're lucky your head person thing remembers your name," the twenty-one-year-old grumbled, causing his girlfriend to roll her eyes.

azalea didn't bother, turning her attention to dumbledore, who looked a mixture of annoyed and amused. the man was fond of their coupling, finding percy to be azalea's perfect match.

"i've got a little... project," dumbledore seemed to try to place the word, "for the both of you, if you're up for it."

"depends on what it is," percy said.

at the same time, azalea asked, "we've got a choice?"

"while i may be a believer in everything will happen as it should," said he, "i also believe that if it can be prevented it should."

"what're you trying to say?" azalea asked, sceptic.

percy put his hands on his hips, "yeah old man, stop with the cryptic shit and get to the fucking point."

"i've found a way for you both to be sent back to the past to stop voldemort as he rises to power and prevent all the casualties," dumbledore says simply.

"now was that so hard—wait, what?" percy blinked dumbly, and azalea turned in the spinning chair she'd found.

"he wants us," she says slowly, clearly processing alongside him, "to go to the past."

"yes," dumbledore says.

"sure," shrugged percy, azalea nodded. when percy's mum had died, she was pregnant, and his stepfather passed away with her; the boy had very few people left.

and she had even less.

"sounds fun."

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"i'm here to interview for the defence against the dark arts position," said she, looking down at where mcgonagall, who'd basically made the girl she was but didn't recognise her one bit, sat.