Who: Susan Bones and Percy Weasley. When: August 13th, 1998. Evening (Backdated). Where: Percy's flat. What: Susan comes over for tea and company after Percy recieves a finger in the mail. Rating: Low.
The box had, thankfully, stopped screaming. There was still a finger in it, though, and even though it was all the way across the room and the box closed, Percy was still wholly aware of that fact. A box, with a finger. A severed finger, that had been cut off someone's hand. And given the communications with Ginny and Ron and Fleur, there were other fingers out there. Presumably from the same hand, or the same person at least.
Which meant that person was probably dead.
He was unsettled, and that was an understatement. What Percy truly wanted, more than anything, was to give his flat a good cleansing, from top to bottom. A very thorough scrub down. However he knew that the Aurors would need to come in and look around and take the box and ask questions, and that cleaning would have to wait until after that.
He was sitting on the sofa, primly, hands folded in his lap, looking anywhere but the table near the door where the box sat. Percy wanted to pretend it wasn't there. The knock at his door was a welcome relief, and he rose quickly, fiddling with his shirt and smoothing it down in that habit of his - always trying to look tidy as he always did - and went to answer.
Percy knew Susan mostly from their letters, although he did remember her from school, in a vague way. She'd been in Ron's year, and from what he recalled, she'd been a good girl, well behaved. Not anyone he'd ever had to take House Points from, he knew that. He remembered all of those names. Opening the door, he gave a small and polite smile, which was a bit forced, not because of her but because he'd just recieved a finger in the mail.
"Susan, hello. Thank you for coming." He stepped back from the door. "Do come in."