Friday | 3:00 pm | Hogwarts Grounds | Penny & Oliver
“Speak to a boy?” Even the eyebrow arched in his direction showed disbelief. “You really weren’t a girl were you? Back then I blushed and stammered if there was a boy in the same room. Sweaty palms, unable to make eye contact..the whole lot. Probably shouldn’t be telling you all of these secrets but to a teenage girl there’s nothing as fascinating and terrifying as the species known as the teenage boy. Everything is analysed and we had one girl who swore it was love when she had a book out of the library after her crush. We sat and figured out what it meant for an entire day over the Honeydukes stash.”
She could still recall the first time Percy had spoken to her; his tone dry as she’d felt her own mouth dry faster than a desert and pulse begin to race at being so close to the boy who had been in her daydreams for weeks. Everything meant so much back then, back when the world was an innocent place and children could take the time to mull over little things.
“Think it would still work?” Lip caught between her teeth as she felt her own smile spread at his laughter. It was a good wholesome, hearty sound and perfect for the oversized Scot. “Might try that one out the next time.”