One Shot: Angel
Title: Angel
Characters: Fleur/Percy
For: HP Pairings
Rating: G
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Angst in the snow and unrequited love .
Word Count: 400
Summary: One cold winter morning, Percy falls in love with Fleur.
Notes: Odd fic for July, I'd say. Poor Percy, he's too easy to beat up on.
Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me and I make no money off of them, etc.
It had been a cold February morning when he had first meet her. Crystals of ice hung stubbornly from slumbering trees. A frosty fog wove through the air, creating an otherworldly and ethereal feeling. Percy walked through a park to the Ministry, bunched up in his great coat against the cold. His collar was pulled high around an austere scarf that covered his pale neck. Though shoved in his coat pockets, his gloved hands still trembled in the cold air.
As he trudged to work, he wondered again why he felt the need to exercise instead of just apperating like everyone normal witch and wizard. He could hardly feel his nose and was feeling miserable. He was sure that snow was somehow finding its way into his boots as he slogged onwards.
He was feeling so sorry for himself that he almost missed her. She was coming along another path that would meet up with his twenty yards ahead. When he noticed a blue-coated figure out of the corner of his eye, he glanced over. As he got a clear look, he stumbled and almost fell in the hardened snow.
He saw an angel. As she walked across his life, he simply stood and stared, shocked out of his wretchedness. She was wearing a fitted coat a few shades darker than the pale winter sky. Her white-blonde hair was tucked up under a white, fur cap, but a few long tendrils escaped and floated behind her. It was her face that caught his attention. Her pale skin was a healthy peaches and cream, with lips and cheeks rosy red from the nippy wind. Her azure eyes danced in the dawn light as she smiled at a robin red-breast that hopped across her path. Too soon, she turn down his path and headed away, white, leather boots barely making an indent in the packed snow.
Still he stood staring at her back as she walked away. She was too beautiful to be any creature other than the fairest angel from heaven. For some reason, on this dreary morning, she had chosen to cross into the mist from her aery world.
When he saw her, his heart had swollen with love and hope and joy. However, these feelings quickly faded as she walked away, and he was left feeling more desperate and lost than before. Suffering, he walked alone into the Ministry.
Characters: Fleur/Percy
For: HP Pairings
Rating: G
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Angst in the snow and unrequited love .
Word Count: 400
Summary: One cold winter morning, Percy falls in love with Fleur.
Notes: Odd fic for July, I'd say. Poor Percy, he's too easy to beat up on.
Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me and I make no money off of them, etc.
It had been a cold February morning when he had first meet her. Crystals of ice hung stubbornly from slumbering trees. A frosty fog wove through the air, creating an otherworldly and ethereal feeling. Percy walked through a park to the Ministry, bunched up in his great coat against the cold. His collar was pulled high around an austere scarf that covered his pale neck. Though shoved in his coat pockets, his gloved hands still trembled in the cold air.
As he trudged to work, he wondered again why he felt the need to exercise instead of just apperating like everyone normal witch and wizard. He could hardly feel his nose and was feeling miserable. He was sure that snow was somehow finding its way into his boots as he slogged onwards.
He was feeling so sorry for himself that he almost missed her. She was coming along another path that would meet up with his twenty yards ahead. When he noticed a blue-coated figure out of the corner of his eye, he glanced over. As he got a clear look, he stumbled and almost fell in the hardened snow.
He saw an angel. As she walked across his life, he simply stood and stared, shocked out of his wretchedness. She was wearing a fitted coat a few shades darker than the pale winter sky. Her white-blonde hair was tucked up under a white, fur cap, but a few long tendrils escaped and floated behind her. It was her face that caught his attention. Her pale skin was a healthy peaches and cream, with lips and cheeks rosy red from the nippy wind. Her azure eyes danced in the dawn light as she smiled at a robin red-breast that hopped across her path. Too soon, she turn down his path and headed away, white, leather boots barely making an indent in the packed snow.
Still he stood staring at her back as she walked away. She was too beautiful to be any creature other than the fairest angel from heaven. For some reason, on this dreary morning, she had chosen to cross into the mist from her aery world.
When he saw her, his heart had swollen with love and hope and joy. However, these feelings quickly faded as she walked away, and he was left feeling more desperate and lost than before. Suffering, he walked alone into the Ministry.