Who: Bill and Percy Where: Bill's flat When: Backdated to Friday evening What: Dinner and conversation Rating: low Open/Closed: Closed
Since the attack on the Ministry, Bill had often found himself thinking of Percy. He had had been aware that Percy fought with their father, of course, but he had assumed that, given time and space, things would work themselves out. It was distressing to realize that did not appear to be true.
Bill tapped his wand against the side of a pot, and it paused in its stirring long enough for him to add seasoning. He leaned against the counter, watching the spoon move as if it held the answers for which he was searching, and hoped that the evening would go well.