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Percy Ignatius Weasley (youngestmformev) wrote in pandorarpg,

Percy cleared his throat uncomfortably as her face was revealed, and he recognized the young lady from Twilfit and Tattings. His face flushed with embarassment - in part at his state of dress (in pyjamas, rather than proper robes), and in part at his having screamed like a girl in front of her.

His mouth opened and closed a few times as he registered what she had said... but was still confused as to how she had come into his flat. He then remembered his floo address, the personal one for business that he had forwarded to his home for emergencies during non-work hours. Ironically, nobody in his family had the address, as they were the most likely to barge in upon him, and as a result, most of the wards he had on his flat were designed specifically for them.

Perhaps it was time to get his wards re-done. He looked again at the young lady. Maybe not.

He self consciously smoothed a hand along his hair to bring some sort of order to his unruly curls, though contrary to his efforts they only became more unruly.

"Are you all right?" he finally asked. He didn't like the sound of her having nowhere else to go. What had happened? Didn't she have any family or friends? But then, Percy himself had felt that way the night before. He had family, though few friends, but he wouldn't have wanted to bother any of them with his dream from the night before. Slowly, his hand released the blanket and his straightened up in the bed.