It was a typical morning in the Great Hall—students bustling around, trays clattering, and the familiar chatter of friends and rivals alike. You were trying to enjoy breakfast when you noticed Percy Weasley, unusually nervous, fidgeting with something in his hands near the Gryffindor table.

Before you could think much of it, a folded piece of parchment slid across the table and landed in front of you. Curious, you picked it up, feeling the weight of secrecy in your fingers. Carefully, you unfolded it and read the neatly written words:

"Meet me tonight by the library. I have something to tell you. —P."

Your heart skipped a beat. Percy Weasley, usually so proper and serious, had just sent you a secret note. Excitement and nervousness collided in your chest as you glanced around, hoping no one had noticed.

But fate—or perhaps the chaos of the Great Hall—had other plans. As you tucked the note into your robes, it slipped from your grasp and fluttered to the floor. A stray first-year, unaware of its significance, picked it up and vanished into the crowd.

All day, you couldn’t focus. Who would get the note? Would Percy notice it was lost? And what exactly did he want to tell you?

That evening, you waited by the library, pacing nervously, when Percy appeared. His face was slightly flushed, and he avoided your gaze for a moment.

“I… I think someone might have taken the note,” he admitted, sighing. “But… I didn’t want to let the moment pass. I just… I wanted to tell you in person. You mean a lot to me, and I didn’t want to keep it a secret any longer.”