Last Chance At.... Love?- Perciver

Choo Choo

I hopped on the train, at an unusually early time. I say down in the compartment with a few of the fourth years who got there early too.

About three minutes before we push off, I heard the voices of the twins. If you don't know the twins, they are, loud obnoxious people who never tell you anything straight... it's always a game with those two.

" Where's Percy?" I ask, looking for my next door bed mate in the pod of the bright red haired Weasly's. It seemed a simple enough question, I mean it's what I wanted to know.

"Why does it matter to you?" Ask Fred, I know it's Fred cause his left eye is slightly more closed than the right.

"Cause I dont see him. Did he miss the train?"

"Oh bloody hell no, he is in his NEW seat." This time George replies.

"New seat? Why?" I reply slightly hurt that he wanted to leave me that bad.

"Cause Perfect Percy got what he wanted."

"Wait a god stoped minute, he's the prefect? That's great he is ecstatic isn't he?"

"Sure let's go with that." They say. I have never heard that much sour when the twins where talking about their brother, but I decide to find Percy himself.

It wasn't as hard as I thought. As I was walking down the train, heading towards the frount of the train, I run into the missing Weasly.

"Percy I heard you got head boy, congratulations."

"Oh," he jumps, surprised, "Thanks Oliver."

He always called me Oliver. Never Wood, or Ollie, nothing other than Oliver. But it matches his character. Formality is strongest trait.

"How was your summer?" I ask walking behind him back down the train.

"It was fine," he replies not turning around, "How about yours?"