Falling for Percy

Highly Intelligent

"It's Mr. Weasley," Percy frowned and he broke the pen in his hand. "Would you like to see my other daughter? She's got a girlfriend... or would you like to see my youngest daughter? She's 7."

"How old's the one with the girlfriend?" Luke asked.

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Percy apparated back to his home and saw Harriette doing Quidditch drills outside.

"How was work, dad?!" She asked.

"Tiring," Percy smiled. "Come on! Its almost dark!"

She flew to the ground and dismounted perfectly. She apparated to the front porch and smiled at her father. Percy apparated to the door and held it for her with a smile. They walked in the house and of course, Molly and Arthur were arguing.

"MOLLY, STOP!" Arthur shouted.

"Relax!" Molly shouted back.

Percy saw a beam of light shoot across the room and beside his head. He pulled Harriette down as he ducked. They both shot up and looked to see a burn on the wall.

"Molly Grace!" He scolded and walked into the living room.

She was giggling while Arthur attempted to repair his wand broken in two. "I hate her!"

"Stop that," Percy grabbed the broken wand from his son. "You don't hate anyone."

"She's Satan!" Arthur pointed.

"I am, aren't I?" Molly teased.

Arthur's face turned red and he ran upstairs. Percy looked at Molly who was holding back a laugh.

"I swear if I didn't know any better, you'd be your Uncle Fred's daughter," Percy shook his head and looked around. "Where's Violet?"

"Kitchen," Molly chuckled.

"I'm not done with you," Percy pointed at his second oldest.

He walked to the kitchen and saw Violet getting ingredients out from the fridge.

"Daddy!" She smiled and ran to him.

Percy picked her up and kissed the top of her head. "Getting dinner ready?"

"You can help me," she smiled.

"I'd be honored," he set her down. He saw Molly trying to get up out of his peripheral. "Sit down, Molly."

Molly groaned dramatically and sat back down.

"I told you not to coerce him," Harriette sat down beside her.

"But it's funny when he's mad," Molly smiled.

"Molly," Percy said. "You know he doesn't like his stuff touched."

"Reparo," Molly muttered and the pieces of the wand in Percy's hand magically came back together. "Easy."

"That's not the point," Percy said. "He has a disorder."

"When's mum coming home?" Molly asked, changing the subject.