Fic: Passing Notes | Percy Weasley/Penelope Clearwater | PG
Title: Passing Notes
Characters: Percy Weasley/Penelope Clearwater
Words: ~500
Rating: PG
Warnings: None. Fluff. So much fluff.
Author's Note: Written for lazysundaydrabs ' Guy Fawkes Drabble Fest back in November that I forgot to post here. The prompt was "passing notes" which you may recognize as the highly creative title of this drabble. A wee bit of fluff to cleanse the palate.
Percy Weasley was a model student. He came prepared to class, always had his homework, and listened attentively.
He certainly never passed notes.
So, with an admirable will, Percy had been ignoring for the past ten minutes the steady pecking at his left hand by a paper bird. Instead, his focus was completely on Professor Binns and the current goblin rebellion they were covering.
When it became obvious that he had no intention of taking the note, another appeared. And then another. And then another until a small flock was harassing him and it became impossible to ignore.
Frustrated, he grabbed the first note that still pecked at his hand.
P-
Meet me in the old charms classroom after lunch? A little snogging and then we can do a bit of NEWTs review?
Love,
P
Percy's eyebrows jumped at the message and felt his ears burn with a blush. Penelope could be so crass sometimes. Still, he was mystified that his Prefect girlfriend would indulge in such a childish past time as note passing
He caught another note.
Oh, do stop taking notes. Binns is reciting pages 344-374 which we've already covered in our studies.
Percy had thought the lecture sounded familiar. He looked at his notes. They were nearly identical to those he'd taken days ago.
Giving up the notes as a pointless task, he sniped another bird.
I really have nothing better to do with my life right now than this.
Percy rolled his eyes and looked around the classroom of sleeping students to find his girlfriend's mischievous grin. They sat apart in their one class together for exactly this reason. Penelope was brilliant but if she already knew the material she saw little point in wasting time with it again. This led to some very distracting times in History of Magic.
Penelope quirked an eyebrow at him and shrugged innocently.
Percy plucked another of the flock.
Don't be cross. I see you down there trying to ingrain your notes into the desk. This could be so much worse. People could be awake to see, for example. Imagine the horror! Percy Weasley gets illicit notes.
Bloody minx had a point. He could be starkers in this class and only Penelope would notice. The thought made his ears heat up again.
A new note fluttered to settle on his desk.
Stop thinking dirty thoughts. Put your mind to better use like what's the fastest way to the charms classroom. Loser gets a spanking.
At that very moment class let out. Students that had been sound asleep jumped to their feet, eager for escape. All except for Percy, who was flushed bright red and sunk low in his seat.
As she passed him, Penelope winked, looking rather smug with the knowledge that she was getting a head start.
Well, Percy thought, they'd just have to see about that. He was a model student, after all, and a part of that was punctuality in the face of a multitude of obstacles. He knew a shortcut.
Characters: Percy Weasley/Penelope Clearwater
Words: ~500
Rating: PG
Warnings: None. Fluff. So much fluff.
Author's Note: Written for lazysundaydrabs ' Guy Fawkes Drabble Fest back in November that I forgot to post here. The prompt was "passing notes" which you may recognize as the highly creative title of this drabble. A wee bit of fluff to cleanse the palate.
Percy Weasley was a model student. He came prepared to class, always had his homework, and listened attentively.
He certainly never passed notes.
So, with an admirable will, Percy had been ignoring for the past ten minutes the steady pecking at his left hand by a paper bird. Instead, his focus was completely on Professor Binns and the current goblin rebellion they were covering.
When it became obvious that he had no intention of taking the note, another appeared. And then another. And then another until a small flock was harassing him and it became impossible to ignore.
Frustrated, he grabbed the first note that still pecked at his hand.
P-
Meet me in the old charms classroom after lunch? A little snogging and then we can do a bit of NEWTs review?
Love,
P
Percy's eyebrows jumped at the message and felt his ears burn with a blush. Penelope could be so crass sometimes. Still, he was mystified that his Prefect girlfriend would indulge in such a childish past time as note passing
He caught another note.
Oh, do stop taking notes. Binns is reciting pages 344-374 which we've already covered in our studies.
Percy had thought the lecture sounded familiar. He looked at his notes. They were nearly identical to those he'd taken days ago.
Giving up the notes as a pointless task, he sniped another bird.
I really have nothing better to do with my life right now than this.
Percy rolled his eyes and looked around the classroom of sleeping students to find his girlfriend's mischievous grin. They sat apart in their one class together for exactly this reason. Penelope was brilliant but if she already knew the material she saw little point in wasting time with it again. This led to some very distracting times in History of Magic.
Penelope quirked an eyebrow at him and shrugged innocently.
Percy plucked another of the flock.
Don't be cross. I see you down there trying to ingrain your notes into the desk. This could be so much worse. People could be awake to see, for example. Imagine the horror! Percy Weasley gets illicit notes.
Bloody minx had a point. He could be starkers in this class and only Penelope would notice. The thought made his ears heat up again.
A new note fluttered to settle on his desk.
Stop thinking dirty thoughts. Put your mind to better use like what's the fastest way to the charms classroom. Loser gets a spanking.
At that very moment class let out. Students that had been sound asleep jumped to their feet, eager for escape. All except for Percy, who was flushed bright red and sunk low in his seat.
As she passed him, Penelope winked, looking rather smug with the knowledge that she was getting a head start.
Well, Percy thought, they'd just have to see about that. He was a model student, after all, and a part of that was punctuality in the face of a multitude of obstacles. He knew a shortcut.