Harry Potter Imagines

Tutor - Percy Weasley

The school day had been quite uneventful. Aside from the typical droning and clamour of the corridors between classes, nothing had gone on.

As usual, I had my prefect rounds later in the night and my tutoring duties in the library. Otherwise, all was monotonous.

Upon entering the library, I spotted my tutee at our usual table, already working on his essay. I sighed in relief, walking to our table and seated myself across from him. He looked up with a small smile before returning to his essay, concentrating heavily on the notes I had given him just the day before and adding them into his paper.

"Sorry I'm late, Flitwick stopped me in the Great Hall and asked about our progress. I gave him the report that all was well, and he noted that your grades have been improving. He's very proud of you," I said, pulling out a textbook to complete my own essay.

The ginger in front of me gave me a lopsided grin, pausing his writing.

"It's okay, Durham. And that's great!"

He returned to his essay after I gave him a smile.

After a few minutes of working in silence, the first year sighed heavily, mumbling to himself as he scratched out a few words and wrote in a few others. I only glanced toward him before deciding to intervene if this happened again.

I began to write up my essay, occasionally referring to the textbook in my lap. The ginger's writing paused as he glanced over the notes, then he continued writing again mumbling to himself.

Finally, the red-haired boy before me sighed in frustration once more as the scratchy chicken scrawl on the parchment began to swim around in his head, distracting him from the essay he was to be writing. Running his fingers through his unruly hair, he leaned his head back and released a frustrated groan.

I simply raised an eyebrow at his antics, peering over the textbook I was reading to write my essay. He shook his head as he returned the essay, occasionally referring to the notes I had written out for him.

"What's the matter, Ron?" I asked him, placing my textbook on the table to give him my full attention. Ron released another sigh, shoving the essay toward me.

"It makes no sense! I can't wrap my head around the bloody thing!" He exclaimed, eyebrows shooting up into his hairline. With a small chuckle, I took the essay and read it over, marking a few things with my quill.

"You're doing well, Ron. You just need to concentrate more on proving your thesis rather than including unnecessary details such as this," I pointed to a few phrases I had marked, "and you're nearly there! Overall, it's much better than what you had been writing. I'd say an EE is in order." I smiled, returning the essay to him. Ron nodded, breathing out in relief.

He set to work, scratching out the phrases I marked and adding more citations. Finally, with a triumphant smile, he pushed the essay into my line of vision.

I looked it over before nodding in approval.

With a smile, I handed it back to him.

"This is your best yet!" I exclaimed, grinning as he smiled sheepishly. Red bloomed in his cheeks, nearly matching his hair.

"Thanks, Durham! I'll bring it to you when it's graded and show you," Ron said, shoving it into his bag.

Suddenly, I realised how long I'd been in there.

"I think we can end the session here. I have to get to my rounds," I said, neatly tucking my textbook into my bag and rolling up my essay.

"You have rounds with Percy, right?" Ron asked suddenly. I nodded absentmindedly, placing the essay into my bag and slinging the bag over my shoulder.