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Percy Ignatius Weasley (youngestmformev) wrote in pandorarpg,

Percy heaved a sigh of relief when the young woman - and bloody Merlin, he still hadn't gotten her name - left his bedroom. He finally pulled off his blanket and slid his legs over the side of the bed, and took several moments to gather himself together.

He was long used to setting aside his own feelings in order to do his job or to take care of a sibling or student in need - but that didn't mean it was an easy thing to do. His own dream still haunted the edges of his mind, but he pushed it aside with well-practiced ease in order to make his ablutions in his en-suite.

A quick cleansing spell, another to tame his curls, and he was ready to find something to wear. Before he left the bathroom, however, he looked into the mirror to examine the mark she had mentioned. He huffed in frustration as a cleansing spell wouldn't work. Bloody George, must have done something to his shirt or tie or some such thing. He'd owl his brother later to find out how long it would take for the mark to fade.

He quickly grabbed a pair of black trousers and a brown jumper, and within minutes stood as his usual, presentable self. His appearance put to order put his mind to order, and he walked out confidently into the living room and gave a smile to his visitor.

"I was thinking Earl Grey, but if you have another preference, I do have a few different leaves in the kitchen," he said softly so as not to startle her. "And... how do you take your eggs?"