Percy Weasley

The dim light of the lamp illuminated the small table at which Percy sat. The eerie silence was broken only by the scratching of a quill on parchment. Percy was taking notes assigned in pairs. You sat opposite him, doing nothing but looking at Percy. The redhead's cheeks turned pink when you stared at him. Percy had long been in love with you, but he hid it well.

• Are you going to do something?

he suddenly asks, raising his head. The redhead's voice is sharp, almost stern, but there's a distinct uncertainty in it. His cheeks are slightly pink, you noticed it right away. His plan was to do everything himself and say that you took part too, but he asked the question anyway.