“And, honestly, lets hope that they don’t put in the work.” Percy said, cynically before draining his cup and picking up the bottle. He knew they were in danger, and honestly, he feared for his family. His brothers and sister were all high targets, because of who they were. But so far, nothing too bad had happened.
He sighed, and poured the liquor in the bottle. “As cliche as it is, I think it’s prudent to remember the good things that are going on. I’ll have a niece or nephew soon.” Though he didn’t feel the need to focus on the fact that the mother was his own first love. “We choose to live every day in the hopes that the good will outway the bad at the end of it all. There will be something gained. We must not lose sight of our goals because of the darkness that approaches us.” Percy ran his hand through his---Draco’s--- hair. He was one to talk, he’d left everything behind to enter the school because he was lead by a clock to do so.