Are You Mister Graves? {Percival Graves x Reader}

Chapter 5

     "You know, darling, I think you're absolutely ravishing today if I do say so myself." A young man in his early teens says as he took a girl's hand and about to kiss the back of it. She was also in her early  teens. She rolls her eyes and pulled back her hand from his and pushes his face away playfully.

     "I told you to not call me 'darling' and to not call me 'ravishing', Eddie." He pouts slightly before smiling widely again.

     "But you are ravishing, (Y/n) my love!" (Y/n) rolls her eyes.

     "I'm not your 'love' either. And quit with that formal talk. No thirteen year old boy should be talking like that." Eddie frowns slightly.

     "That's just how I talk." He says as he leans close to her, "And the ladies love it." He wiggles his eyebrows. She scoffs and playfully pushed his face away again.

     "Right. Most will. But not me." He pouts.

     "Aw c'mon, (Y/n). Why do you have to be so cold-hearted?"

     "I am not. Besides, it's not like you've flirted with enough girls here in Ilvermorny."

     "Is someone jealous~?" Eddie teases with a grin as he wrapped his arms around her from behind.

     "No," (Y/n) scoffs, "I just feel bad for those girls who fall for your tactics of 'flirtation'." He frowns and rests his head on top of her head. 

     "You really are cold-hearted, love." She rolls her eyes.

     "Whatever." Eddie smiles widely, his sky blue eyes sparkling.

     "That's why I like you so much! That's why you're my best friend!" He says hugging her, "You're just soft on the inside when you don't even know it!" (Y/n) smiles and hugs his arms.

     "Whatever, you dummy..."

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     (Y/n)'s eyes shoot open as the knocking on the door had woken her up. She tiredly sat up and looked at the time. It was twelve in the morning and she was still in her office. The knocking continued and she groaned in annoyance, "Who is it?" She rubs her face tiredly.

     "Graves." Says the male Auror, "May I come in?" (Y/n) slightly groans internally and she opened the door with just the wave of her hand. Percival walks in as the door closed behind him.

     "What do you want, Graves?" She asks in annoyance and sleepiness. 

     "Shouldn't you be heading home by now?" He asks with a brow raised as his eyes wandered to the stack of half-finished paperwork on her desk.

     "I have the same exact question for you, Mr.Graves." (Y/n) mutters, rubbing her face in attempt to wake herself up a bit as he walked towards her desk.

     "Well, I was just heading home since I've finished my paperwork." Percival says, still looking at her pile of work before looking back at her, "Seems like you haven't finished yours yet."

     "Oh, Merlin's beard, Graves! You're a bloody freaking genius!" (Y/n) retorted with sarcasm and annoyance as she rubbed her eyes. Percival's eye twitches in annoyance.

     "Well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." He says as with his hands in his coat pockets. (Y/n) scowls in major annoyance.

     "Not only that but I also woke up on my desk." She growls at him.