FIC. Static. [Harry Potter.]
Once again, I found fic-writing a better use of time than doing my homework. ...oops. I can't help my weakness for challenges, and the daily ones at 30_hath are brilliant.
Anyway, this is a short ficlet, Percy-centric. I love Percy to pieces, but I don't write him much anymore; I think this is probably because my earliest days in the fandom were devoted to writing really awful Percyfic. ;)
Title: Static.
Fandom: Harry Potter.
Characters/Pairings: genfic; Percy Weasley.
There had been nothing difficult about leaving; on the contrary, it had been the easiest thing in the world. He’d packed all of his belongings and spent weeks on Penelope’s sofa before finding his own flat, and at first it was like something too wonderful to be believed. He relished all the little differences; he luxuriated in the quiet and the solitude and being able to do just as he pleased, to not get nagged for spending too many hours at work, to be able to sing along to the radio opera hour and eat dessert first and not be mocked for folding his dirty underwear or getting up in the middle of the night to dust or for any of his cherished ambitions.
Things have changed since then, of course.
His solitude is no longer so appealing. Sometimes he can’t sleep because the quiet all around envelops him up and makes him nervous. Even though he knows he’s too old to have darkmarked nightmares, he can do nothing more than sit in a five-year-old Christmas jumper and watch the corners of the windows and wait for dawn. He’d had lots of practice in feeling insignificant, but it’s a different sort of insignificant now that he’s long since abandoned both his copy of Prefects Who Gained Power and his own plans for glory. Without anything to believe in, he is echoing and empty and alone.
[There had been nothing difficult about leaving. The impossibility is found in going home.]
Anyway, this is a short ficlet, Percy-centric. I love Percy to pieces, but I don't write him much anymore; I think this is probably because my earliest days in the fandom were devoted to writing really awful Percyfic. ;)
Title: Static.
Fandom: Harry Potter.
Characters/Pairings: genfic; Percy Weasley.
There had been nothing difficult about leaving; on the contrary, it had been the easiest thing in the world. He’d packed all of his belongings and spent weeks on Penelope’s sofa before finding his own flat, and at first it was like something too wonderful to be believed. He relished all the little differences; he luxuriated in the quiet and the solitude and being able to do just as he pleased, to not get nagged for spending too many hours at work, to be able to sing along to the radio opera hour and eat dessert first and not be mocked for folding his dirty underwear or getting up in the middle of the night to dust or for any of his cherished ambitions.
Things have changed since then, of course.
His solitude is no longer so appealing. Sometimes he can’t sleep because the quiet all around envelops him up and makes him nervous. Even though he knows he’s too old to have darkmarked nightmares, he can do nothing more than sit in a five-year-old Christmas jumper and watch the corners of the windows and wait for dawn. He’d had lots of practice in feeling insignificant, but it’s a different sort of insignificant now that he’s long since abandoned both his copy of Prefects Who Gained Power and his own plans for glory. Without anything to believe in, he is echoing and empty and alone.
[There had been nothing difficult about leaving. The impossibility is found in going home.]