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abidingpercy (abidingpercy) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Percy both loved and hated Sundays; he was either greeting his daughter or telling her goodbye, so the day was truly bittersweet. This would be his last full week with Lucy before he started with the Prime-Minister and he wanted to make the most of it.

The moment he stepped through the floo at Finnigan's, he was nearly tackled by an armful of red-haired five-year-old. "Pumpkin," he beamed, picking her up and lifting her onto his hip. She was the brightest ray of sunshine in his life, and it was nearly impossible to be sad when she was at his side. "How was your week?"

"Auntie Gemma brought me a Weird Sisters shirt, and..."

He listened indulgently as she listed off the events of the week and walked her over to where Allegra sat. "Good morning, Allegra. I hope you're well," he offered, as ever trying to be civil with Lucy there to witness.