Breaking Protocol {Percy Weasley}

Chapter Fifty

"Okay." Clara said, dropping her quill onto the library table and looking up at Percy with a relieved look. She inhaled deeply, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "I have finished." She said, pushing her Advanced Arithmancy Studies paper towards where Percy was seated across from her, his nose stuck in his Transfiguration textbook.

"That's great, darling." Percy said, barely paying attention to her. Clara rolled her eyes.

"And I was also thinking of kissing your brother, William. What do you think?" She asked.

"That's fantastic, love." He muttered, still not looking up at her. Clara threw her quill at his face.

"Percy!" He flinched when the feathered quill poked him in the eyes and looked up at Clara with a frown. "Pay attention to me." She pouted. Percy sighed, setting his book down.

"Clara, exams start in exactly eleven days. Aren't you the least bit worried about that?" Percy asked, tapping his finger impatiently on the table. Clara narrowed her eyes at the boy.

"Do not tap at me!" She said, slapping his fingers. "And I am concerned, idiot, that is why I need you to fix my Arithmancy paper for me." Percy looked down at the two and a half foot long parchment paper covered in Clara's smooth, cursive writing.

"You just called me an idiot, why should I edit it for you now?" Percy said. Clara stuck out her bottom lip, giving her boyfriend the best puppy eyes she could manage.

"Because you love me." She said, batting her eyelashes. Percy sighed, closing his textbook and pulling the paper closer to him.

"This has got to be some sort of abuse." He muttered. "Why do you need me to edit it?" He asked as he looked it over.

"Percy, you know how bad my English writing is. It is my third language, and I was not properly taught all the...eh...vowels and, er, grammy?"

"Grammer." Percy corrected. He looked up at her with a frown. "Thrid language?" He repeated. Clara nodded with a smile.

"My biological father was from Switzerland and spoke Italian. That was the language I spoke up until he left, and then my mother taught me her first language--French obviously--and then I learned English when we moved in with Leo."

"And you can speak all three?" Percy said, impressed. Clara nodded slowly.

"I'm losing my Italian, but for the most part, sì." She smirked. "They say Italian is a Romance language."

"Too bad you speak English now." Percy grinned. Clara rolled her eyes.

"Do not remind me." She said, sighing. Percy smirked as he dipped her quill in the ink, turning his attention to fixing Clara's mistakes. She watched as Percy corrected nearly every word in her first sentence.

"See? I am bad." Clara said, resting her chin in the palm of her hands as she watched Percy. He glanced up at her with a smirk.

"You, you are a very bad girl." Percy said in a low voice, winking. Clara felt her face become hot and she averted her gaze to instead her Advanced Numerology and Grammatica textbook.

"Oh, Percy." She said, shaking her head. Percy just chuckled, turning his attention back to Clara's essay.

"I never took this class, so I don't entirely know what all this means." Percy said, indicating to the paper. "Bill was the only one who took this class, and good thing I guess because you need it to become a Curse Breaker."

"You do not need to. Just fix my, er, grammar." Clara said. "And spelling. I do not think I did too good on that." Percy snorted.

"I'll say." He muttered. "You spelt numerals: N.O.O.M.A.R.E.L.L.E.S." He spelt out. Again, Clara's face turned a light pink from embarrassment as she glared at the boy.