Last Chance At.... Love?- Perciver

Percy's opinion

Percy

Just as I was about to close my herbology book, no one but the head jock himself, Oliver knocks at my door. If course I did not know that when letting him in. I looked like a hermet, a blanket over my shoulders, and a herbology text book in my hands.

"Hey I heard you made prefect, that's I'm glad you got what you wanted. You deserved it." He said and it looked like he ment it.

"Oh, um thanks," I say looking down trying to hide my flustered face. I am not used to straight forward complements.

He looks at me with a mix of worry and concern.

"No, no it just I'm not used to praise, like that," I say wanting to burry my face into my bed and never breathe again.

"Oh, um, I dont know what to say" he says standing awkwardly in the doorway, " Well I should probably unpack my things... so... see you later?"

"Yeah, see you at dinner."