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Percy Ignatius Weasley (youngestmformev) wrote in pandorarpg,

Percy hated himself.

The nightmare came back last night, as expected, and with it reminders of Penelope and how she was gone, and despite the fact that he was now sharing his flat with his little sister (temporarily, or so she claimed), he felt lonelier than he had when the flat was his own. And as he'd done far too often of late, he turned to the Honeypot to alieve himself of that loneliness, for which little cure was found in the midst of work, more work, and even more work, interspersed by family and terrible nightmares.

As usual, he had glamoured his hair to appear dark brown, his glasses to wire frames, and placed a fedora on his head (he preferred them to the bowlers that Minister Fudge had been so fond of). He topped it off with a high-necked robe, and though he wasn't the most inconspicuous, at least he wasn't easily recognisable.

He nearly had a heart attack when he walked in and spotted his brother George with a friend down near the stage, ogling a dancer with a mask on. He almost turned and ran, but much as he hated to admit it, he needed this more - particularly when he spotted her at the bar.

He tugged his robe up as if keeping a wall between himself and his brother, and snuck off to the side where it was darker and he could sit for a moment in peace. He knew when she was available, she would come - he had always recompensed her well for her time, as he had so few vices and could thus afford those he did have.