"With the blonde I do," Lucy agreed. She reached into her the inside pocket of her blazer and pulled her wand out. Tapping her head gently, her locks quickly transitioned back to their natural Weasley red. She let the color linger for a moment before reversing the charm, "But with my natural color I teeter back to your side."
She let him stare- she'd done her fair share of staring at him when he wasn't paying attention to her. Besides, she'd known about him. She knew what he looked like, what he would look like twenty years odd years in the future. She nodded along with comment about not knowing about having a second child- she'd known that much. Sitting when he offered, she thought about Albus's words. She'd at least try giving this version of Percy Weasley the benefit of the doubt.
"Uh, alright then," she took a big breath, pocketing her wand once more. Crossing one leg over the other, she gave him the basics, "So, I'm twenty-four. I'm supposed to be two years younger than Molly, born December 30th, 2006. I was-" she couldn't help the small smile that appeared, "-a challenge as a child. Molly and I got on great despite being complete opposites on most fronts. Oliver Wood was my God Father, like Molly. I was in Slytherin- it was a sore subject- and did well academically. Grew up, married my best mate. Managed a successful bakery in Diagon Alley. Now I'm here."
Lucy was aware she was being vague. She didn't want to get into details about how their relationship was less than pleasant and...tense. She figured this was a good chance to attempt having a different one with him, and she didn't want to ruin it by giving him the idea that she didn't want him around- though she wasn't sure if she did or not at this point. So she tried to focus on the positive, "You were a good father. You took care of us."