Stumbling into the Percy Weasley in the forbidden section of the library was not on your to do list, or even your 5th year list. His tall frame pressed against the book frame reading into a book you couldn’t catch the title on before he whipped around. The ginger curly mop on his head bounced up as he pulled the book to his chest, a now sour look on his normally serious face. “Why are you here, it’s after hours not to mention the forbidden section of this library?” His voice was most as squeaky as his pet rat, knowing he had been caught not following the rules he very seriously in forced. His body language changed immensely from his leaning frame to a tall 6’1 frame he was normally at.

“Why are you here, Mr. Prefect?” You comment, looking at him in confused way, why was he scolding you? He was here too, and reading something nonetheless. As soon as those words left your mouth his expression changed to one of annoyance, he didn’t seem to like you back talking him even if you were in a different house or not. When you first met this lovely prefect it was your first year, his second, you weren’t necessarily scared but being sorted was a nerve racing experience. He was scolding someone for not following the normal rules and another person for not having the right robes on. You thought he would be a good study partner after finding him in the library all too often.

“I was looking for people like you, who don’t listen to rules.” His words snap you out of the daydream of back in the day. Lying wasn’t something he was all to good with, neither were you to be honest. But sadly to say you always saw him during his prefect patrol, this night was nothing new but the place. You didn’t mean to go to the kitchen and get a snack after curfew it just happened! His eyes followed you as he was offended you even were in his presence, you a tab bit self conscious, shifting your weight to the back of your feet.

“Anything else you want to say for yourself?” he asked. Suddenly you both hear Filch coming towards you.