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Percy Ignatius Weasley (youngestmformev) wrote in pandorarpg,

Percy had risen from bed like any other day, not realizing anything had been all that different until he'd arrived at work and heart the mutters about nightmares and visions. It was then that he thought back on the nightmare last night, and realized that it had only been two nights since his last one.

Definitely unusual.

At first he'd had the nightmares every night, then every couple of nights. Now, five years later, he often went a full week without dreaming of jokes, collapsing walls, and red hair stained with blood. It still horrified him as it had every time before, but he'd gotten so very used to the dreams that controlling his reactions to them in public had become second nature.

He'd wanted to stay at work and deal with the fallout of the strange death at the Ministry, but he had an appointment to keep, and Percy Weasley never canceled appointments if he could help it.

He met the sales girl and followed her to the fitting rooms.

"Yes," he replied, somewhat relieved she had called him by his first name. Often someone would call him Weasley, then proceed to call him the name of every one of his brothers. They all had red hair, but they didn't all look alike!

"There were no issues with the robes, I presume?" he asked professionally. He had paid in advance a significant amount of money - that he had saved up for many months - in order to purchase these robes. Dark blue velour with silver embroidering at the hems, collar and sleeves, and stars strewn about that sparkled magically in the light and darkness alike. Far more extravagant than anything he had ever owned, but... he felt he'd deserved the treat. At the very least, Fred would approve.