I really hate St. Mungo’s; everything’s so white in here. It’s strange that they would choose such a color, because red—blood—shows up best on white.
So why would they all wear white? It’s got to be some kind of thing for some kind of secret society, or maybe it’s because no one else here is dressed in white and they want the medical people to stand out.
I like the secret society better.
Why was I here in St. Mungo’s? That’s a great question to which I have a terribly annoying answer; one of the people that I had been working with had been attacked by his own owl. I told him to treat his owl nicely but he didn’t listen to me.
Now look at where he is; in hospital, and now I have to babysit him. Wonderful, I did enough babysitting when Ginny and Ron were young thank you very much. I’d really rather not do any more.
Let me just state for the record, that pretty much no one listens to me and the majority of the time they regret it. Like that time I told Charlie that taking his sled and trying to slide it down the roof (with him in it) was a stupid idea.
Charlie didn’t listen, and what happened? He got a spanking and a broken leg. Then he tried to punch me because he said I looked ‘smug.’
I don’t deny it, I probably looked very smug, and why not? After all I had been right.
A healer quickly walked toward me, I tried to stop looking smug and start looking worried, but I don’t think I succeeded because the healer looked at me as if I was creepy.
“He’ll probably lose a retina,” said the healer looking at his clipboard. “Also his right hand was badly pecked at and will need some re-construction.”
I chuckled at the image of the owl pecking the life out of Gerard; it had been pretty funny until we realized how bad of a state he was in.
But even then, no one really liked Gerard so it was still pretty funny.
I quickly disguised my accidental laugh into a cough. “So, he’ll come through then?”
The healer nodded. “But I’d keep him away from owls for a while due to post traumatic disorder.”
That was easy enough, we normally kept owls away from him, but it was more for their PTD then his.
“I’m going back inside, you should stay here for about an hour so we can collect your contact information,” said the healer, he looked at me warily and then took his clipboard and walked away.
As soon as he left I was able to see that beside me, there was another person in this lobby that looked healthy. She was wearing a black suit jacket, with a black skirt, but under that jacket was a brilliant pop of red. It went perfectly with her ginger colored hair.
What confused me about her was not her outfit, but her shoes, which unlike the rest of her clothes weren’t professional, and in fact they were dirty trainers.
As soon as she saw me looking at her she made a beeline straight for me, already I was regretting that I stared at her.
When I saw her from a closer distance, I noticed she was even prettier then I had originally thought. She was shorter then I was, had what looked like brown eyes and nice skin.
Don’t ask me to elaborate my definition of nice skin.
“I’m Audrey Pond,” she said sticking her hand out, I shook it.
“Percy Weasley,” I answered.
“I work for,” I noticed her glance down at her hand where she had probably written her lines. “Finnigan’s Law and Justice.”
I grimaced. Finnigan’s was known for notoriously terrible cases. I wasn’t surprised she was here though, Finnigan was in a wheelchair which meant that he couldn’t chase medic brooms, so he normally sent his poor employees to do the work , I guessed this girl was most probably a secretary.
“So you’re chasing medic brooms looking for cases?” I asked. She nodded in reply.
“I normally edit his files, actually I’ve even gotten an editing job lined up, I just have to wait for another week,” she said, adding a silent. “Thank Merlin.”
“Well, I’m sorry to tell you that I don’t have a case for your employer,” I said.
“Alright then,” she said. “Nice meeting with you—”
“You want to go out for dinner sometime?” I asked, before I could stop myself.
“What?” asked Audrey, she looked a bit confused.
“I’ll leave you alone forever now,” I said beginning to walk away, she probably thought I was some kind of creep.
“No,” said Audrey quickly, I stopped, just maybe something good would happen to me for a change.
“Did you say dinner?”
“I’d love to.”
I checked the number on the doorway just to make sure that I had gotten the right place. I didn’t need to though; I knew where his place was, just like I knew my own.
After all, you get kind of familiar with a place after you find yourself up the against the door getting the life snogged out of you.
I knocked just once. And I knocked pretty quietly.
Please let him have moved with no contact information.
It’s not that I don’t like the guy. He was pretty nice to me. But how do you tell someone you’re pregnant with their kid? It’s a rather scary thought. I could already feel my palms getting sweaty, and I tapped my right foot, not because I was impatient though, more so from nervousness.
I paced back and forth a bit, just two feet each way. I didn’t want to leave the doorway.
The fictional books are really irresponsible for the way they portray pregnant single people. In books the ex is normally gorgeous, a jerk and everything turns out alright.
My ex is neither. He’s good looking and nice. I’m honestly the jerk in this relationship. And I doubt that anything is going to turn out alright for me.
I knocked again, just in case.
A red haired girl opened the door. She gave me a quizzical look.
“Who are you?”
Oh thank Merlin he’s moved, I stopped holding my breath. No having to rally up courage (I was a Huffelpuff for goodness sakes) and no awkward conversations will happen.
“Is Percy Weasley here?” I asked, just for good measure, now that I looked a bit closer at the red-haired girl I realized she looked a bit like him.
But that has to be my own paranoid mind.
I crossed my fingers behind my back, hoping she’d say ‘he moved and we don’t know how you can contact him.’ Instead she leaned back and yelled, “PERCY!”
She turned back to me. “Who are you?” she asked again.
“Just a friend,” I said hastily, trying to look innocent. “You know, I’ll come back later.”
Oh Merlin, now I knew what was going on, Percy had a new girlfriend. I wanted to throw up, what would that make me? The other woman? I could feel my cheeks getting heated and I wanted to run off.
“Nah,” said the red-haired girl pulling me inside the apartment. “He’ll just be a moment. PERCY!” she yelled again.
Percy’s flat hadn’t changed since the last time I had been there; his fireplace was still there, bits of glittery green dust from the Floo powder were in the cracks of the brick, on the fireplace was a half dead plant that was really just a decoy to keep muggles from finding out the Floo powder hidden in the plant’s pot, on the left side of the fireplace were two bookshelves that were both full with books and on the other side there was a door to his bedroom, it was closed at the moment.
His white couch sat in front of the fireplace and like the rest of the house it was immaculate. Behind me was Percy’s tiny kitchen, I couldn’t see it, but I was willing to bet that he hadn’t replaced those cheap plywood cupboard doors.
Another red-head—this one a male—joined the red-haired girl. “Stop yelling, Ginny,” he said. “Percy’s in the shower.” He then noticed me. “Is this a cousin of ours?”
“I’ve never met her,” said the girl, who was apparently named Ginny. “She’s got the hair, though.”
“Are you Percy’s friends?” I asked hesitantly.
“I’m his brother, George Weasley,” said the boy, giving me a look. “And this is my sister, Ginny.”
Ginny waved and smiled at me.
“Oh, I’m not related to Percy,” I said quickly.
“You’re ginger,” George pointed out.
“So?” I asked horrified. “Your brother and I used to date. We are not related.” I put all my emphasis on the word not.
I did’t even want to think about any possibility of us being related.
“I don’t remember you,” said Ginny, leaning her head to one side. “I remember Penny—she was nice—and I remember Clarissa—”
“She was a bitch,” George inserted.
“But I don’t know you,” finished Ginny.
I shrugged. “I don’t know you either.”
This was actually true, I knew Percy had brothers and sisters, and I had heard of the Weasley family before from the papers, but I had never actually met them.
“What’re you yelling about Ginny?” a familiar voice said from the other room. A moment later, Percy himself walked in. His curly hair was still damp from the shower and his clothes were perfectly clean. He wore the same horn-rimmed glasses—as always.
“Audrey,” he said catching site of me, he came to a dead stop and almost tripped over his feet as he began stammering over my name, his eyes got huge and he reminded me of a rat caught in the path of the metro system.
Wonderful. This is the affect I have on men.
“Hi, Weasley,” I said, looking at his carpet, where there was not a trace of dirt.
“Come on, Percy, or else Ron will eat all of Mum’s meatballs,” said Ginny, who was bouncing from excitement. Apparently she really loved meatballs.
Percy ignored her. “What are you doing here?” he asked, addressing the question to me.
“I just want…well…needed to talk to you,” I said. “It’s rather—”
“Go on,” said George nodding his head and smirking. “What did Percy do?”
“—private,” I finished.
“Go on to the Burrow you two,” said Percy who had apparently regained his cool. He kept looking at me in a rather unnerving way. “I’ll meet you there.”
“As much as I want Mum’s meatballs before Ron stuffs them into his mouth like a greedy chipmunk,” said Ginny curiously, “I also want to know this…private...matter.”
“I’ll tell you guys later,” said Percy, nodding his head towards the door.
“Not the whole thing,” Ginny protested. “You’ll tell us an edited version, and that version is terrible.”
“It’s not a big deal,” I said. I really just wanted to talk to Percy privately. “It has to do with work.”
“Oh,” said George looking disgusted. “Well. I don’t want to hear about that.”
“Me neither,” said Ginny wrinkling up her nose. “Meet you at the Burrow Percy.”
Percy waved them out the door and then turned to me. “You want some tea?” he asked.
What I really wanted was a strong glass of firewhiskey, but I accepted his offer of tea.
“So,” Percy said taking a seat at his counter. “How are you?”
“I’m…fine,” I answered, taking a seat opposite him. “Just dandy, actually.”
Good grief, why did I say ‘dandy’? What an absurd word. And for the record I was neither fine nor dandy, I was pregnant, what does that tell you?
It should tell you that I’m incredibly cranky.
“That’s good,” Percy fingered his mug nervously, and it almost spilled over. “So did you get my letters?”
What should I do? Be honest, or lie? I decided to tell the truth.
“What letters?” I asked quizzically.
When you carry a live person in your belly, then you can judge me.
“I wrote you a couple of letters after you broke up with me,” Percy explained.
A couple? More like five hundred.
“I did not receive them,” I said, blinking and shaking my head. “I’m sure they were really nice.”
Actually, they were really sweet. Why did this have to happen to me?
“Hermes is getting a bit old,” said Percy, looking over affectionately at his owl. “Maybe he just got the address wrong.”
Hermes glared back at us; apparently offended, he then ruffled his feathers and turned around so all we could see was his backside.
“So, how have you been?” I asked. I was trying to wait for the right time to say it, hopefully the right time would never come.
“I’ve been doing well,” said Percy, and awkward silence grew before Percy prompted. “You said you had something important to say.”
I nodded and took a long sip of my tea. He patiently waited.
When my cup was empty, I put it down.
“Percy,” I began, “do you remember the time we…er…um…this is a rather delicate thing.”
Percy looked confused. The boy is oblivious. I was trying to say it carefully; I know how he can blush.
“That time we,” I wrapped a bit of my hair around my finger.
“Broke up?” asked Percy. He looked rather confused.
“No, when we had sex,” I said, raising my hand to cover my burning face.
I could already tell that Percy’s face would be the color of a bright tomato.
“And?” asked Percy.
“I’m pregnant,” I finished. “It’s definitely yours.”
Percy looked very shocked, and then a small grin grew on his face.
“How long have you known?”
“Just this morning,” I said hesitantly, keeping an eye on him.
I gave him an exasperated look.
“Wow,” said Percy, he smiled again, a genuine smile. “Wow.”
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