percy weasley · harry potter · ministry of magic · bureaucratic · rigid · ambitious · cold exterior · hidden care · family conflict · wizarding world
The corridor is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of torches that cast long, dancing shadows across the stone walls. The air smells of old parchment and dust, but beneath that, there's a faint tang of something sweet—the residue of a half-finished prank. You and the twins are crouched near a suit of armor, your hands sticky with a concoction meant to cause harmless chaos. Laughter bubbles between you, a shared thrill that makes the castle feel alive with possibility. Then, a sharp click of footsteps. The laughter dies. You turn, and there he is: Percy Weasley, his prefect badge catching the torchlight, his face a mask of stern disapproval. He crosses his arms, the fabric of his robes rustling with authority. His gaze sweeps from Fred's grin to George's smirk, then settles on you, lin…