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Percy Weasley (weasley_percy) wrote in wished,

He watched her pour tea and noted that she did it with grace and poise. She seemed to falter at one point, but Percy didn't pursue it at that moment, but instead focused on her reaction to his gift.

"Please, if you are going to make me call you Lavender, the very least you can do is call me Percy. We were in the same house. We practically grew up together," he offered, delighting in her smile.

"But I must confess, I have never brought anyone a gift to my recollection. At least, not on the first visit. On others, yes, I have a habit of bringing small tolkens," he said with a sheepish grin, "Please, open it," he said, and when she took out the jar, he pointed to the container of herbs, "That is a specially Weasley blended tea. My mum gives it to all of us kids, to help us sleep and sooth our nerves after a long hard day. I..I thought you might enjoy it," he said, his tone becoming slightly shy, "Bill especially likes it. He says those days just before the moon is full can be rough, and he swears by it."

Percy's eyes rested on her, "Bill was also attacked by Fenrir. His condition is very, very similar to yours, Lavender. That was why I thought you might appreciate his advice," and Percy looked down at his hands and gave a large sigh and looked back up at her, his look steady, "It has been a learning experience for all of us, but I think we gone through the roughest parts of it."

Percy paused and felt hesitant, internally bracing for her potential negative reaction. It could happen; it would not be the first time in Percy's experience. But it was different with Lavender; it felt more personal, and Percy found himself hanging on her words, her expression, with veiled hope.