Who: Severus Snape and Percy Weasley When: Thursday afternoon Where: Snape's Apothecary Why: Percy needs to learn something. Rating: NC-17. Just kidding, probably low. Complete? No
It wasn't that Percy missed school particularly. It was a strange, crowded place with a lot of alienation and a lot of smirking, cackling children he didn't understand.
He did miss learning. He did miss living a life where all that was expected of him was to absorb as much knowledge as he could. Other people never seemed to understand that, but if Percy was wired differently...well, that was something he had already come to terms with.
Besides, he had worked at the Ministry of Magic for years, and his brain was positively atrophying for lack of new knowledge. A shriveled little useless weight in his head, that was all. Or so he liked to imagine during long, tedious meetings with whichever Minister happened to be in office. No doubt that little imagining was just one more thing he found amusing that no one else would understand. Which, after all, is why he kept thoughts like those to himself.
But now! Now, there was hope! This new place, this lack of a Ministry, lack of career, lack of anything except time and strange people to speak to. In itself it would have been a gift being brought here. But fate had also brought him Severus Snape. A professor, and one of his favourite professors of one of his favourite subjects.
To say he was looking forward to this was an understatement beyond expression. He woke up that morning with an energy he hadn't felt in a while, and walking the streets of this strange city of living anachronism was less daunting than usual.
He reached the door of the Apothecary and moved inside with bright purpose in his steps. "Hello? Professor?"