The Problem with Percy - 1/1 - All Ages - Percy Weasley
Title: The Problem with Percy (1/1)
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: All Ages
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Arthur sometimes has difficulties understanding his son.
Word Count: 777.
A/N: Written in response to 7spells prompt did you see what I did?
Percy pushed up his glasses. “Dad?”
“Yes, Percy?” Arthur was trying to make sense of a Muggle newspaper, but without much luck. What exactly was the point of a ‘page three’ girl? Well, there were a couple of very nice points, but why would Muggles want to look at that as soon as they opened the paper? Especially when their wives could see it! He folded the paper up, deciding that it was best not to let Molly see the newspaper.
She wasn’t fond of his interest in Muggle culture, anyway.
“Did you see what I did, Dad?”
“Sorry, Percy, I was reading.”
Percy frowned and Arthur felt a sharp pang of guilt. Sometimes it seemed that Percy was very much the middle child. Bill and Charlie stuck together like glue and the twins, who were two in a couple of months, were completely inseparable. He hoped that things might change a little with the arrival of the new baby, but he wasn’t sure how.
“Why don’t you show me again, Percy?” He used the bright, encouraging tone that he had developed when the boys were trying to show him things. They’d been busy getting ready for the new baby recently, so he knew that they needed to make sure that the other boys weren’t neglected.
The young boy crossed his arms angrily over his chest, lower lip thrusting out into a pout. “No.”
“Please, Percy?”
“No,” he growled. He looked astonishingly like Molly - Percy had clearly inherited his mother’s glare, which was rather disconcerting.
Arthur scratched his chin. He hated moments like this. While there was no doubt that Percy was the quietest of his children, he was also exceptionally stubborn. Just after the twins were born - a trying time for the whole family - Percy had decided to assert his individuality by refusing to wear clothes. For three weeks, Percy had worn nothing but a pair of socks (the same pair, as he refused to take them off) and they had had to take drastic action in order to persuade him to wear clothes.
Molly had been frazzled, trying to nurse the twins, and had snapped at Arthur, telling him that the children were his responsibility too - she couldn’t do everything. As he slept, Arthur had stolen Percy’s socks, going so far as to throw them away. When he had woken up in the morning, Percy had thrown a fit, kicking and screaming, even biting Arthur’s hand as he tried to give him his breakfast. Eventually, Percy had relented and put on clothes, although he had insisted on wearing only blue things, much to his parent’s chagrin. Still, it was better than him wandering around naked, which had scared the twins a little.
“Are you sure you don’t want to show me, Percy?”
“No.” Percy faltered, trying to work out what he had just said ‘no’ to. “Yes.”
“You want to show me?”
“No.”
Percy pushed up his glasses again and Arthur nearly offered to fix them so that they wouldn’t slip. Considering Percy’s current mood, though, it was probably better not to ask. Arthur didn’t want to get bitten again.
Truth be told, Arthur hoped that Percy might mellow when the new baby came - he’d have a chance to be a proper big brother. It was difficult to be a big brother to the twins, really - they were an authority unto themselves and none of the other boys could get close to them in that way.
“But I really want to see what you did, Percy,” Arthur told his son, patting his knee to try to encourage Percy to sit there. Would a hug make things better? Would it make any difference? Even if he wasn’t always comfortable, Arthur liked showing affection to his children.
“Don’t want to show!”
Percy ran out of the living room and a few moments later Arthur heard his feet pattering up the stairs: he was either going to his bedroom or to seek comfort in Molly, who was resting in bed. Arthur prepared himself for a shriek from the twins - they had put them down for a nap and if Percy wasn’t quiet, he’d wake them up. Any time the twins were asleep, it meant they weren’t causing trouble and that was a Good Thing.
Nothing. Not a peep from the twins. That was good.
Arthur sighed. Why was Percy so difficult? Was it something that he and Molly had done? Molly had a stubborn streak, but it was narrow compared to Percy’s. Nature or nurture? A question with no answer.
He could only hope that Percy would grow out of it.
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: All Ages
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Arthur sometimes has difficulties understanding his son.
Word Count: 777.
A/N: Written in response to 7spells prompt did you see what I did?
Percy pushed up his glasses. “Dad?”
“Yes, Percy?” Arthur was trying to make sense of a Muggle newspaper, but without much luck. What exactly was the point of a ‘page three’ girl? Well, there were a couple of very nice points, but why would Muggles want to look at that as soon as they opened the paper? Especially when their wives could see it! He folded the paper up, deciding that it was best not to let Molly see the newspaper.
She wasn’t fond of his interest in Muggle culture, anyway.
“Did you see what I did, Dad?”
“Sorry, Percy, I was reading.”
Percy frowned and Arthur felt a sharp pang of guilt. Sometimes it seemed that Percy was very much the middle child. Bill and Charlie stuck together like glue and the twins, who were two in a couple of months, were completely inseparable. He hoped that things might change a little with the arrival of the new baby, but he wasn’t sure how.
“Why don’t you show me again, Percy?” He used the bright, encouraging tone that he had developed when the boys were trying to show him things. They’d been busy getting ready for the new baby recently, so he knew that they needed to make sure that the other boys weren’t neglected.
The young boy crossed his arms angrily over his chest, lower lip thrusting out into a pout. “No.”
“Please, Percy?”
“No,” he growled. He looked astonishingly like Molly - Percy had clearly inherited his mother’s glare, which was rather disconcerting.
Arthur scratched his chin. He hated moments like this. While there was no doubt that Percy was the quietest of his children, he was also exceptionally stubborn. Just after the twins were born - a trying time for the whole family - Percy had decided to assert his individuality by refusing to wear clothes. For three weeks, Percy had worn nothing but a pair of socks (the same pair, as he refused to take them off) and they had had to take drastic action in order to persuade him to wear clothes.
Molly had been frazzled, trying to nurse the twins, and had snapped at Arthur, telling him that the children were his responsibility too - she couldn’t do everything. As he slept, Arthur had stolen Percy’s socks, going so far as to throw them away. When he had woken up in the morning, Percy had thrown a fit, kicking and screaming, even biting Arthur’s hand as he tried to give him his breakfast. Eventually, Percy had relented and put on clothes, although he had insisted on wearing only blue things, much to his parent’s chagrin. Still, it was better than him wandering around naked, which had scared the twins a little.
“Are you sure you don’t want to show me, Percy?”
“No.” Percy faltered, trying to work out what he had just said ‘no’ to. “Yes.”
“You want to show me?”
“No.”
Percy pushed up his glasses again and Arthur nearly offered to fix them so that they wouldn’t slip. Considering Percy’s current mood, though, it was probably better not to ask. Arthur didn’t want to get bitten again.
Truth be told, Arthur hoped that Percy might mellow when the new baby came - he’d have a chance to be a proper big brother. It was difficult to be a big brother to the twins, really - they were an authority unto themselves and none of the other boys could get close to them in that way.
“But I really want to see what you did, Percy,” Arthur told his son, patting his knee to try to encourage Percy to sit there. Would a hug make things better? Would it make any difference? Even if he wasn’t always comfortable, Arthur liked showing affection to his children.
“Don’t want to show!”
Percy ran out of the living room and a few moments later Arthur heard his feet pattering up the stairs: he was either going to his bedroom or to seek comfort in Molly, who was resting in bed. Arthur prepared himself for a shriek from the twins - they had put them down for a nap and if Percy wasn’t quiet, he’d wake them up. Any time the twins were asleep, it meant they weren’t causing trouble and that was a Good Thing.
Nothing. Not a peep from the twins. That was good.
Arthur sighed. Why was Percy so difficult? Was it something that he and Molly had done? Molly had a stubborn streak, but it was narrow compared to Percy’s. Nature or nurture? A question with no answer.
He could only hope that Percy would grow out of it.