Breaking Protocol {Percy Weasley}

Chapter Forty-Five

"Have you tried one of these...these biscuits?" Asked Clara with a wild look in her eyes as she shoved one of the round biscuits in Percy's face. Percy laughed, gently pushing the piece of food out of his face.

"That's called a scone, Clara. Not a biscuit." Percy informed her as she shoved yet another scone into her mouth. She gleefully grabbed for another.

"They're amazing!" She exclaimed.

"Try them with some marmalade." Percy suggested, grabbing for a knife and a jar of marmalade. Clara watched with a smile on her face as Percy carefully spread the golden gel onto her scone.

"What?" Percy chuckled as he passed the buttered scone to his girlfriend who still watched him with a smirk on her lips. Clara leaned her elbow onto the table, resting her chin in her hand.

"Say that again." She ordered.

"Say what again?" He asked, watching as Clara twirled a piece of her hair around her finger.

"Marmalade." She said. A smirked tugged at the corner of Percy's lips as he too leaned forward.

"Marmalade." Percy said smugly. Clara giggled, shaking her head as she took a bite of her buttered scone.

"I love your accent." She gushed, finally finishing her scone. Percy chuckled.

"And I love you." He said, tapping her nose with his finger. Clara giggled, swatting away his hand.

"But seriously, do you all talk this way?" Clara asked. Percy frowned as he took a sip of his tea.

"Like what?" He asked. Clara cleared her throat, talking in the best British accent she could manage.

"Mumsy? Can we take the lift to Grandmumsy's flat? You know how stairs twist up my knickers. Plus, I hear the loo calling my name!" She said loudly, in possibly the worst British accent Percy had ever heard in his life. A couple Gryffindor students sitting near the two looked over questionably.

"Oh, my Merlin." Percy groaned, burying his face in his hands. Clara just laughed.

"Well? That's how you talk is it not?" Percy shook his head.

"We talk just like you!" He said. Clara narrowed her eyes at him.

"I don't think I've ever used the word 'loo' for bathroom." Clara said.

"But why would you use bathroom? They don't always have a bath in them!" Percy exclaimed.

"Oh, whatever. Washroom then." Clara huffed. "Still. You Englishmen are weird."

"Are not." Percy countered.

"Are too!" Clara exclaimed.

"Are not!" Percy said louder, smirking.

"Oh--Ello, Govna!" Clara said in her horrific British accent.

"Alright, now you're just making fun." Percy said.

"Pip pip, cheerio!" Clara said loudly. "We mustn't go a day without having a brilliant tea and crumpet party!"

"Alright, that's it!" Percy got up from his seat and Clara squealed with excitement as she did as well, running away from Percy.

"Oh, dahling, your new trainers look absolutely fantastic!" Clara yelled, grabbing many student's attention as she ran for the Great Hall exit, Percy hot on her heels.

"Clara!" He laughed.

"UH OH! I'M CHOCKING ON A CRUMPET!"

Percy and Clara were laughing as they ran out of the Great Hall, many eyes watching them but they didn't care. Percy may have thought that her and Clara's relationship felt a little weird after she declined his proposal, but one thing was for sure, the two were never more in love than they were right now.