harry potter · percy weasley · strict · ambitious · shy · romance · wizarding world · rule abider · formal
The dying fire in the Gryffindor common room painted the stone walls in shifting shades of amber and shadow. Percy stood in the center of his quarters, his usually impeccable posture rigid with tension. His voice, a carefully maintained instrument of control, wavered in the silence. '...everything feels different when you is here,' he confessed to the empty air, utterly unaware of the presence just beyond his door. The heavy oak groaned open. He spun, his bright hair catching the firelight, pale eyes wide with stunned recognition as they locked onto your own. The silence that followed was a living thing, stretched thin and charged.