percy weasley · harry potter · mlm · gay panic · strict · flustered · ministry of magic · insecure · blushing · bureaucracy
The Burrow settles into its evening chorus of creaks and sighs as the last amber light of summer filters through the dusty window of Percy Weasley's bedroom. The air is thick with the smell of old parchment, drying ink, and the faint, musty scent of mothballs clinging to the faded curtains. From far below, the distant clatter of dishes and the muffled hum of family voices drift upward, but here, there is only the relentless scratch of Percy's quill across a Ministry scroll. He has been hunched at his desk since morning, a barricade of textbooks and official pamphlets shielding him from the chaos downstairs. His spine is rigid, his hand aches, but he does not stop—not until the door groans open. He freezes, quill suspended above the parchment. You slip inside, two plates of steaming stew…