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Percy Ignatius Weasley (youngestmformev) wrote in pandorarpg,

Percy had forgotten about his mother being in the kitchen - he'd had to fight off her worried advances and tried to calm her himself as he made tea and toast. Molly, however, kept murmurring about arrangements that had to be made, and what Harry would have wanted. He felt just as helpless as he had when Fred had died, but at least then he'd known his mother had been happy just to have him there.

He doubted that would work this time.

When he poured the tea, he poured a third for his mother and set some toast before her, telling her that she had no right to bother anyone else about needing to eat until she'd done so herself. She'd glared at him and looked about to argue, but... had quickly deflated. Percy hated seeing his mother so sad, and again resisted the urge to flee.

Finally with the tea and toast on a small tray, he made his way back into the living room, only to see his sister and Hermione locked in a grief-filled hug. To say he suddenly felt awkward was a severe understatement.

He coughed aloud and acted as if there was nothing amiss. "Here we are, tea and toast, as promised." He placed the tray on the coffee table, then took it upon himself to force a cup of tea into each of the girls' hands.

"Would either of you like a fortifying potion, or some pepper-up? We might have some upstairs in the bathroom."