Scene 1. ACT 3
Act 1.
Act.2
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Scene 2.
Scene 3.
Every day is the same.
Blending into each other in an insufferable bind that makes Percy want to scream until his lungs nearly burst in excursion.
There is nothing that seems to get him going. Nothing that excites him and nothing that stimulates his mind or soul.
Nothing that requires compassion or anything of the sort when all you do all day is stand around looking important. Nothing that requires much emotion as you work to create a mask to hide those 'emotions'; listening to a man talk about all that needs to be done not paying attention to the facts that sometimes one must admit mistakes.
One thing that Percy never really took into account when he took this job was the fact that hypocritical decisions were made and near perfected in politics. There is nothing to be done about it. According to history.
Sometimes he feels bored enough to start to rip out his hair.
Others he wants to cry.
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Every day is the same.
Every single day blends into another.
Maybe he'll be lucky enough one day to have something give and change.
Maybe if he screams someone will come running and declare everyone must go to some park and just run around in mud puddles…
Maybe …
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He's sitting at his desk looking at his quill.
He does have papers to file and other documents to sign on behalf of the Minister, however he's bored and more interested in the individual threads that make up the fabrication of his quill.
Which is just a stupid device anyways. Why the hell wizards still rely on the damned things Percy cannot fathom. After all pencils and pens are more efficient. Though mind you if he knew how to work one of those Muggle Personal Writing Typewriter things he would…
As it is…
'Knock, knock'
"Percy, are you busy?"
The red head snaps his neck up to stare with big eyes hidden behind horn- rimmed glasses, in time to watch his oldest counterpart ease into his office…
With a little boy right beside him.
One that has black hair and a goofy grin.
Percy's shock is nothing next to this sudden pain that flares in his chest. He doesn't even notice that he's standing up from his chair and as white as a ghost.
When he speaks his voice cracks and shakes.
"…It's only been 5 weeks…" His father is nodding sympathetically; Percy doesn’t really pay much attention to anything but this little boy that looks to be about 2 years old.
"They've started feeding him Growth Potions. It seems unfair to have him wait while all his friends are older. Besides they've assured everyone that he'll remain as intelligent as he was, it'll just take some time with his brain growing at the normal rate."
"But won't the potions switch some of the chemicals in his brain or body?"
His father looks perplexed. Percy doesn’t really want to deal with the particulars of Muggle Science with his father.
"May I touch him?" He can't help but feel like this is going to be the most important thing he ever does in his life.
His father's soft chuckles make the panic ease in his chest.
However it's the little boy with the most wonderful eyes in the world that come up to him. His goofy grin somehow finding itself on Percy's lips.
Holding out his chubby arms Percy moves around his desk to bend and pick up this little child.
The scent is something that Percy will forever associate to this moment.
The salty sea, green trees, and the waft of goat milk his mother always insisted was what people should have a glass of if they wanted to stay healthy.
The soft baby fine skin that touches his cheek makes his heart pound.
The little chubby cheeks that are separated by the smallest most adorable pink cherry lips… the baby fine hair that smells like watermelon…
The wet kiss on his nose.
Percy can't help it but his own raindrops fall down.
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End Scene 1.
Scene 2.
Scene 3.
Act 3.
Act 1.
Act.2
Act.2
Scene 1.
Scene 2.
Scene 3.
Every day is the same.
Blending into each other in an insufferable bind that makes Percy want to scream until his lungs nearly burst in excursion.
There is nothing that seems to get him going. Nothing that excites him and nothing that stimulates his mind or soul.
Nothing that requires compassion or anything of the sort when all you do all day is stand around looking important. Nothing that requires much emotion as you work to create a mask to hide those 'emotions'; listening to a man talk about all that needs to be done not paying attention to the facts that sometimes one must admit mistakes.
One thing that Percy never really took into account when he took this job was the fact that hypocritical decisions were made and near perfected in politics. There is nothing to be done about it. According to history.
Sometimes he feels bored enough to start to rip out his hair.
Others he wants to cry.
-----------------------------------------------------------
Every day is the same.
Every single day blends into another.
Maybe he'll be lucky enough one day to have something give and change.
Maybe if he screams someone will come running and declare everyone must go to some park and just run around in mud puddles…
Maybe …
---------------------------------------------------------
He's sitting at his desk looking at his quill.
He does have papers to file and other documents to sign on behalf of the Minister, however he's bored and more interested in the individual threads that make up the fabrication of his quill.
Which is just a stupid device anyways. Why the hell wizards still rely on the damned things Percy cannot fathom. After all pencils and pens are more efficient. Though mind you if he knew how to work one of those Muggle Personal Writing Typewriter things he would…
As it is…
'Knock, knock'
"Percy, are you busy?"
The red head snaps his neck up to stare with big eyes hidden behind horn- rimmed glasses, in time to watch his oldest counterpart ease into his office…
With a little boy right beside him.
One that has black hair and a goofy grin.
Percy's shock is nothing next to this sudden pain that flares in his chest. He doesn't even notice that he's standing up from his chair and as white as a ghost.
When he speaks his voice cracks and shakes.
"…It's only been 5 weeks…" His father is nodding sympathetically; Percy doesn’t really pay much attention to anything but this little boy that looks to be about 2 years old.
"They've started feeding him Growth Potions. It seems unfair to have him wait while all his friends are older. Besides they've assured everyone that he'll remain as intelligent as he was, it'll just take some time with his brain growing at the normal rate."
"But won't the potions switch some of the chemicals in his brain or body?"
His father looks perplexed. Percy doesn’t really want to deal with the particulars of Muggle Science with his father.
"May I touch him?" He can't help but feel like this is going to be the most important thing he ever does in his life.
His father's soft chuckles make the panic ease in his chest.
However it's the little boy with the most wonderful eyes in the world that come up to him. His goofy grin somehow finding itself on Percy's lips.
Holding out his chubby arms Percy moves around his desk to bend and pick up this little child.
The scent is something that Percy will forever associate to this moment.
The salty sea, green trees, and the waft of goat milk his mother always insisted was what people should have a glass of if they wanted to stay healthy.
The soft baby fine skin that touches his cheek makes his heart pound.
The little chubby cheeks that are separated by the smallest most adorable pink cherry lips… the baby fine hair that smells like watermelon…
The wet kiss on his nose.
Percy can't help it but his own raindrops fall down.
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End Scene 1.
Scene 2.
Scene 3.
Act 3.
Act 1.
Act.2