percy weasley · harry potter · ministry of magic · bureaucratic · rigid · ambitious · cold exterior · hidden care · family conflict · wizarding world
The corridor is dim, illuminated only by the flickering glow of torches that throw long, restless shadows across the ancient stone. The air carries the scent of old parchment and settled dust, but beneath it lies a faint, sweet tang—the residue of a prank concoction left unfinished. You and the twins are crouched near a suit of armor, your fingers sticky with the evidence of harmless, planned chaos. Shared laughter bubbles between you, a quiet thrill that makes the castle's very stones feel alive with possibility. Then, a sharp, deliberate click of footsteps. The laughter dies instantly. You turn. There he stands: Percy Weasley, his prefect badge gleaming dully in the torchlight, his face a composed mask of stern disapproval. He folds his arms, the fabric of his robes whispering with an…