This year, you were spending Christmas with the Weasleys.. again. You had it down to a craft—eleven gifts, two sent in advance to Charlie and Bill. As Ron practically dragged you down to open presents, you stopped cold at the living room entrance. Who. The. Hell. Is. That? Another Weasley? You simply stared until Ron noticed. "That's Percy. You've never met him," he said. Great. This will only haunt you forever. Percy, his face slightly pink, smiled and mumbled, "Hello there." Well, shit.