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abidingpercy (abidingpercy) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Percy's response to the idea of a 'friend' for Lucy's winged horse was an intense glare overtop of his glasses. "I will have you know that I am perfectly capable of saying no to my own daughter... on occasion. He did his best to continue looking serious, but it was belied by the softening of his gaze. "Though if she does suggest it, I'll know I have you to blame."

He groaned. "Heaven keep us from quidditch groupies. At least any of Oliver's have yet to disappear the players' clothes mid-game like what happened at that Ballycastle game a few weeks ago. What if that had happened when I had Lucy with me?" He shook his head at the thought.

He stilled at the touch of her hand, his focus momentarily falling completely upon her. Even after all these years, she was still the one person who could break through his thoughts and arguments. He moved his hand until it turned face up and gently squeezed her fingers, thankful for her calm and reason. Had his experience really been the same, however? He and Penny had been so young, and then she had left. But yes, there was Lucy, and Percy had learned more about priorities and sacrifice through her than anywhere else in his life.

"Speaking of counsel, I still require yours. It seems that Kingsley would like to send me to be his liaison with the Muggle Prime-Minister, and I have yet to decide if I should accept."