Percy paced outside Shell cottage for the second time in so many weeks. This time, he was dressed in what the shop girl told him was a handsome suit and he carried a boquet of delilahs. Over and over, he tried to force himself to knock on the door. Would she be there already? Would he actually be able to talk to her if she was?
Percy wished he had half as much confidence in his love life as he did in his career. With only a few minor (not worth mentioning, thanks) exceptions, he had made plenty of good decisions about his career, and well, look at him now! Too bad that efficiency and confidence had not yet translated into romance. He was especially unsure given he didn't think he had spoken more than a few words to Luna, but seeing her join with Harry, well, he was all a flutter.
Pulling from deep within, he mustered courage and raised his fist to give a few sharp raps at the door. The door opened, and he was greeted by his lovely sister in law.
"Why, er, hello Fleur, how lovely to see you, thank you so much for uh, inviting me to dinner this evening."