Who: Percy Weasley and Sirius Prewett. When: Day 2. October 28. 1pm. Where: Outside. What: Percy wants some fresh air. Prew encounters him. They are related. Rating: G? I can't imagine much potty mouths. Status: Complete.
Lunch had not gone according to plan. Which was to say that Percy hadn't eaten any. He had taken some food back to his room, but upon arrival realized that the various foods on his plate were touching (in some cases, quite lewdly) and so he had returned the food to the trash in the kitchen with a sigh.
He had spent much of the past twenty-eight hours in his room, and while it was a sancruaty of sorts (sanctuary within THE Sanctuary) he wanted a change of scenery. And yet he didn't really want to run into anyone. From what he had seen, most of the people there were not the sorts he wished to associate with. Certainly no one that he could claim friendship with, but then, Percy Weasley did not have many such people in his life. If any anymore.
And so he went outside. Dressed quite nattily as he always was, and very neat and tidy as well, from his shoes (which didn't have the slightest scuff on them) to his neatly combed faded red hair. Not a wrinkle or a piece of lint betrayed him, because Percy simply would not stand for such things.
Outside the fresh air was welcome, especially if he didn't think of dirt and dust carried about. He walked a short while, around the grounds before returning close to the building again and settling himself down on a bench, hands clasped lightly in his lap.