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Hyperion Montgomery (adaurorble) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-11-07 11:59:00

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character: hyperion montgomery, character: percy weasley

Who: Hyperion and Percy

What: Picking up some bespoke suits

Where: Norton & Sons, Savile Row, Mayfair

When: Friday 7th of November, morning

Rating: the safest of SFWs

Hyperion strolled casually up Vigo Street, looking all the world like a bored Muggle businessman on the way to some sort of meeting. Savile Row was only about twenty minutes walk from his house, and he'd decided that walking to the destination would have the added bonus of stretching his legs and testing his ability to blend in as a Muggle. He stopped for a moment to check for traffic, before ambling up Savile Row towards Norton & Sons. He paused at one point to let a group of excited Japanese tourists stampede past him before finally making it to the store. Smiling to himself, he checked his newly charmed watch and then leant against the wall, content to wait for his friend.

He'd been waiting less than a minute when he spotted Percy. "Always on time," he remarked to himself happily as he stood up properly and smirked. "Why hello there Percy," he said, gripping the other man's arm warmly. "Shall we go and pick up these suits of yours then?"

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abidingpercy
2014-11-08 06:20 pm UTC (link)

"Have I ever been anything less?" Percy replied with a smirk as he returned Hyperion's greeting. "Yes, lets."

Percy was fortunate to have the morning free as he did not have a scheduled meeting before the morning session of parliament began at 10am. It was such an easy thing to lose himself in this new work, in this new world, and forget about everything else, and he was thankful that he had Hyperion to help remind him.

They were quickly approached by a well-dressed Muggle gentleman who offered his assistance, all the while giving Hyperion a look that Percy recognized well as sensual interest. He gave his friend a quick look with a raised eyebrow before explaining the reason for their visit. Percy noted a touch of disappointment in the man's eyes, but he was a consummate professional and simply smiled and went to fetch the aforementioned suits.

"You always seem to have that effect on people, don't you?" he asked with amusement.

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adaurorble
2014-11-09 04:32 am UTC (link)

"I could give so many answers to that question, Percival," Hyperion said with a smirk, leading the way into the store. As they walked in, they were immediately approached by an openly appreciative Muggle salesman - one that Hyperion hadn't met before. He glanced around for a moment to see if the usual tailor was around, then shrugged and pasted on a winning smile, valiantly ignoring Percy's pointed look.

He sighed and glowered at Percy for a moment. "I don't mean to," he complained with a pout. "It just happens, I don't seem to be able to do anything to stop it." He tilted his head, looking for a change of subject before grinning. "Oh by the way, I paid for the suits already."

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abidingpercy
2014-11-09 04:58 am UTC (link)

Percy wrinkled his nose, hating being called that. It, quite frankly, wasn't his name - but then, he tended to hate the majority of nicknames given to him. "I'm quite thankful you're restraining yourself," he quipped back.

He smirked. "Don't sound so apologetic, it doesn't suit you. You enjoy every moment of it, don't lie." He didn't begrudge his friend any of it, even if his own social calendar was rather bare. He did, however, glare when the matter of the bill was addressed.

"I am perfectly capable of paying for my own suits, thank you kindly." The words weren't overly harsh, but nevertheless came from a part of Percy that remembered the days of hand-me-downs and pinching pennies. Paying his own way was mostly a matter of pride, something he still had plenty of even after the events of the war. But in the end, he knew it was a gesture of kindness from one friend to another, and he didn't want Hyperion to think he didn't appreciate it. "But thank you still. It simply means that I will be in your debt, one I plan to repay."

The Muggle came back out with a set of large bags on hangers with zippers down the front. "Would you l ike to try them on to make sure the fit is right, Sir?"

Percy gave Hyperion a look that asked Must I?

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adaurorble
2014-11-11 02:11 pm UTC (link)

Hyperion smirked at Percy for a long moment, internally debating how to reply to such a comment. The good, well bred Pureblood in him demanded that he ignore such an opening, but Hyperion's actual personality wanted to pull his boring side into a dark alley and stab it a couple of times, and in the end it came through. "I'm not restraining myself at all, Percy," he said with mock confusing. "Bondage like that requires two people."

"But it's awkward," he grumbled. "Especially since I'm never quite as ready for the uh, rough and tumble as my would be paramours are." His pout was short lived however when Percy glared at him.

"Of course you are dear," Hyperion agreed with a nod. "But I have far too much money and spending it on my friends makes me feel happy. Plus it annoys my mother, or rather my mother's accountants." He smiled again and clapped Percy on the shoulder. "You're welcome, and you can pay me back however you like," he said, just in time for the Muggle tailor to return and give them a speculative look.

Hyperion shrugged at Percy. "Just bring them with you back to my place," he decided after a moment.

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abidingpercy
2014-11-13 02:19 am UTC (link)

"Trust you to think along those lines," Percy said with a roll of his eyes. "One of these days, Montgomery, you might actually managed to say something that would embarrass yourself."

As Hyperion's insistence, Percy took the bags from the Muggle shopclerk and signed off on the order from to confirm that they had been received. Finally, their business there was ended and he could leave. He had been pleased by the service, all in all, and would certainly come back should he require more clothing.

A quick trip later and they were arrived at Hyperion's home and Percy, needing a good cup of tea, had headed straight for the kitchen. As he walked, he casually opened up one of the bags to examine the material of the suit and fondled it appreciatively. "Excellent work," he muttered to himself, then spoke to Hyperion. "I haven't had my Earl Grey this morning, and you know how irritable I can be when I go without for too long."

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adaurorble
2014-11-14 02:12 pm UTC (link)

Hyperion grinned at Percy, deeply amused by his reaction. "I could never possibly be embarrassed, Weasley," he said with mock-contemptuousness. "I'm far too well bred to be embarrassed by anything don't you know. The ability has been completely bred out."

He rolled his eyes with amusement as he followed Percy down the stairs to the lower ground floor. "Slinkie," he called quietly, yet firmly as he walked into the kitchen, smiling as the elf appeared with a polite, yet audible crack. "Ah there you are, can you make Mr. Weasley a pot of Earl Grey and me a pot of coffee then bring it up to the study, please?" He went to grab Percy's arm then paused and turned back to the elf. "Also some sort of pastry?" Smiling, he patted Percy's arm affectionately. "You are far too British for your own good, you know that don't you?"

Still amused, he led the way up the four flights of stairs to his study, settling himself into his seat with a sigh. "So what do you think of the suits then," he asked urbanely, absentmindedly organising the morning's post that Slinkie had placed diffidently on his desk while Hyperion was out. "You can go and try them on the dressing room if you like," he added pointing out the door toward the dressing room past the spiral staircase that led back down to the first floor of Hyperion's bedroom suite.

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abidingpercy
2014-11-15 07:30 pm UTC (link)

"And if I believed that, then I've a piece of land to sell you off the coast of Ireland."

Percy made certain to nod a greeting at the elf, being courteous as well as having been long exposed to Hermione Granger's long lectures on house elf rights. "Is there really such a thing as too British?" he asked, half serious and half facetious.

He followed his friend through the immense house, being briefly reminded of the treks through Hogwarts when he was a student. "The material is of excellent quality," he said, quite impressed. "I certainly can't fault you your taste in tailors. Give me a moment and I'll be right back."

He went to the dressing room and hung up the bags, then pulled out the first suit with accompanying shirt and tie. He put them on and spent a few moments looking himself over in the full-body mirror before deciding he'd adjusted the tie sufficiently. With a final adjustement of his pocket square, he exited and returned to the study.

"So, what do you think?"

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adaurorble
2014-11-16 03:54 pm UTC (link)

"Oh thank you but we're already doing quite well with this massive bridge we own in Australia! Excellent investment that, though it causes the accountants a wee bit of trouble," he quipped back.

Hyperion pursed his lips and considered the question for a long minute, then shrugged. "Maybe I should change my statement to 'you are far too English for you own good,' aye," he replied with a wicked smirk.

While Percy went to get dressed, Hyperion sat and looked through his mail, sucking his teeth as he discarded several society invitations, letters from people wanting money, and a perfume scented invitation from someone who apparently wanted him to impregnate their daughter. He looked up as Percy entered the room and smiled, taking in the cut and quality of the bespoke suit. "I think it's several hundred galleons well spent," he said with an approving nod. "The black is an excellent choice, and changes in the tie and suit can totally change it up. What about the other one?"

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abidingpercy
2014-11-17 02:15 am UTC (link)

Percy wrinkled his nose as he caught the scent of something strong and flowery that nearly had him sneezing. He shook it off but made a note to make certain the scent hadn't soaked into his suit before he left for Parliament.

"What a pity, and here I thought you were going to say I looked like a million pounds." He smirked. "But yes, the quality is exceptional and I do like the cut. I'm also strangely fond of the style of this shirt. I tried the navy and the grey, and they both fit exactly like the black. All in all, perfect choices all around."

He gave his friend a genuine, if reluctant, smile. "Thank you. Your taste and generosity are excellent, as always."

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adaurorble
2014-11-18 05:25 am UTC (link)

Hyperion snorted at the expression on Percy's face when he entered the office, carelessly tossing the offending letter into the bin.

"Darling, if you'd cost me a million pounds for a couple of suits I'd fully expect you naked right now," he quipped before poking his tongue out. "I agree though. I'm glad you didn't let the tailor talk you into those jewel toned shirts," he said with a nod. "I imagine wandering around the offices of the Cabinet Office with a shirt that screams 'I'm pink, ken me!' would have been a bit odd, aye?" He looked at the shirt for a moment and then pursed his lips. "How many shirts and ties did you get in the end?"

He waved his hand dismissively, and smiled back. "You're welcome, what's money inherited from extremely questionable and inbred relatives for if not to lavish on people that would've made them faint," he asked with an evil smirk, glancing up at the portrait of one of his banished maternal great-great-aunts who was banished for marrying a Muggle and having twelve children with him. "Plus, of course my taste is excellent, how could it not be?"

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abidingpercy
2014-11-21 02:33 am UTC (link)

Percy wasn't quite certain what ken me meant, but he put it down as a yet another funny expression he'd never heard. "It would have looked more than odd - many jewel tones would simply look horrid with ginger hair."

He decided not to change out of the suit as he would be returning to the Muggle world soon, and took a seat near Hyperion. "Who, me? Now who would faint at your acquaintance with me? I'm simply a well-spoken, educated, and ambitious blood traitor who eventually fought on the winning side of the last war." He smirked, knowing full well which sorts of purebloods would have a low opinion of him and his family. Once upon a time, he cared too much about their opinions of them; thankfully, it was a thing he'd had time to grow out of. "And there you go, being so very modest again."

The house elf came in then with a tray loaded with Percy's earl grey tea, Hyperion's coffee, and some sort of flaky pastry. He took the tea as presented to him and caught a piece of pastry between careful fingers. He knew no matter how careful he was that he would end up rising with flakes on his suit trousers - thank Merlin for cleaning spells. "So what's the news on your front?"

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adaurorble
2014-11-25 04:36 pm UTC (link)

Hyperion pursed his lips thoughtfully, picturing Percy with various bright and lurid coloured shirts. "You're right," he replied with a nod. "Besides you're required to be staid and respectable when working for the Prime Minister."

He snorted and nodded. "All that's fine, it's the fact that the Weasley's lack a propensity for overzealous interbreeding and bigotry, even if they were listed amongst the sacred twenty-eight, which just makes me appreciate you all the more." He bowed and nodded. "What's to be modest about," he joked. "I'm amazing."

"Thank you, Slinkie," Hyperion said, smiling at the elf. "Will you go and freshen up the upper bedrooms, then I bought you some new books to read, they're in your room." He turned back to Percy and grinned. "Well let's see, I've been raised to the Wizengamot in the latest delegation of Aurors, and I actually had a conversation with my sister the other day. How about you?"

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abidingpercy
2014-11-26 08:02 pm UTC (link)

"It helps that I have a general preference for staid and respectable, otherwise my family would suspect I were under Imperius."

He wrinkled his nose at the mention of interbreeding. Many a pureblood family tree was positively incestuous and he was quite thankful that was an aspect of being a pureblood that his family had not abided. "You're incorrigible," he replied with a huffed laugh.

Percy tilted his head, his eyes slightly widened at both pieces of news. "Congratulations on the former. It is a great honour and one I trust you'll conduct with aplomb and fairness. And if I should ever find myself before the wizengamot yet again, at least I will know a friendly face there." He had spent far too much time before them for his own liking, first after the death of Mr. Crouch and then after the war when he'd been a primary and secondary witness in several trials for Death Eaters who had worked inside the Ministry. To this day, his heart raced in anxiety simply passing by those rooms, but he had thankfully not had reason to do so in a long time.

"As for the latter, how did it go? Reconnecting with estranged siblings is something I have a bit of experience with. Please tell me you did not come out of it with mashed parsnips on your face," he joked.

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adaurorble
2014-12-02 04:05 pm UTC (link)

"Hmmm I suppose so," Hyperion agreed, pursing his lips thoughtfully for a moment. "Of course now I'm imagining you turning up to a family function in a canary yellow suit and a pink kilt like some sort of pureblood with no idea of how Muggle fashion works."

He chuckled lightly at Percy's expression at the mention of interbreeding, and even more at his reaction to Hyperion's pretend egotism. "I know right, it's why all the lads and lasses fall at my feet."

"Thank you," he replied with a smile and a nod. "The nomination has the added bonus of annoying my mother who will have a few days of side eye over whether the appointment was nepotistic in nature, which is always a great deal of fun for me." He sipped his coffee and put it down, leaning forward with a would-be confused expression on his face. "I can manage aplomb, but I have no idea what this 'fairness' is and what it has to do with the Wizengamot," he quipped.

"As for Pandora, well she didn't try and kill me - which given she was a Death Eater is quite impressive really. Also no parsnip, although that would require her and I being able to stomach being in the room for one another long enough to eat. She hates me because I violently disagree with all her dark prejudices and I can't understand how the sister I grew up with turned into what she did, so... Still it was fine." He cleared his throat and took a long sip of his coffee. "What about you then?"

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abidingpercy
2014-12-04 04:38 am UTC (link)

Yellow suit and pink kilt? That comment was definitely worthy of a solid glare from Percy. Where in Merlin's name did Hyperion come up with such... combinations?

"Certainly, torture the poor woman," he replied with an exaggerated eyeroll. Though he would never wish to annoy his own mother - she was a bloody saint, thank you very much - he could at least empathize with the sentiment. "After everything she's done for you. But seriously, it's a solid move, and one I feel you'd be good for. Perhaps it would force you to grow up a little as well," he teased.

Percy's lips twisted in thought as Hyperion's words about his sister brought on memories, some of things he'd said about his own rift with the family, and others about what his siblings had said about him. There had been a lot of disagreement in perspective, persons attributing thoughts and motives to the others that had not been the case, and even a few years later, much of it had not been resolved and never may be. He wanted to say something, but what business did he have meddling in Hyperion's family affairs? "At least it sounds like a step forward. Sometimes that's all it takes."

He sighed and finished off his tea before placing the cup back on its saucer. "Nothing else of note, honestly. I work, I care for Lucy, I eat... I need a life, don't I," he finished with a chuckle and a shake of his head.

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adaurorble
2014-12-09 03:27 pm UTC (link)

Hyperion cackled at the withering look that Percy levelled at him. "Oh come off it Perce, you know I don't believe you'd actually wear that. No need for your knickers to go aglay."

He lifted his eyebrow and then pointed at it, revealing the scar that his mother had given them after the fight so many years ago. "It's not like we've always had the best relationship, lad. She still won't tell me what the hell happened the night-" his voice cracked slightly. "The night Pandora left. My siblings won't tell me over. So occasionally I like to get a little payback, as petty as it is." He snorted and leant back in his chair, lifting his eyebrow again. "You always seem to think I'm childish lad, why is that?"

"Aye, you might be right at that. I do wish we'd be able to sit down and talk properly though," he said with a shake of his head. "I inevitably say something that her hyper-sensitive and - let's be honest - curse affected brain takes offence to and she either screams at me or flounces off. It's why I tend to avoid her."

"What type of life do you want, anything I can help with?" The ghost of a smile played across his lips for a moment. "I could always drag you out for an evening on the town with the Aurors?"

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