Who: Percy & Ginny Weasley What: The invasion of Percy's calm, ordered sanctuary Where: Percy's flat When: November 12, 8AM Rating: Definitely language, but that's it Percy was lying upon his sofa, still in his pyjamas with a cup of tea on the coffee table. He had already sent Hermes off with a message to work that he would not be in, and hoped that he would no longer be bothered with any 'babysitters' of any sort. There were so many others at risk who needed protection far more than he did, and at heart, he wasn't even certain if he deserved it in the first place.
Hopefully, his planned meeting with Mr. Nott would go well. If he could get rid of whatever curse it was that had been haunting his steps, then he could finally move on without the weight of his guilt. If it didn't... he didn't want to think about it yet.
Instead he tried to read his book, which was thankfully an old favourite, therefore he easily found his place again each time his thoughts distracted him. Even with the spectre of last night's nightmares, he finally had a moment of peace of mind.