ϟ ψ ΡΣΓCY JΔCΚSΘΝ GΘΣS ΤΘ ΗΘGΨΛΓΤS ψ ϟ

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 ℕ𝕚𝕟𝕖- 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 ℍ𝕒𝕝𝕝

Please comment what you think at the end. I think the explanation for Percy's house makes sense but I might be wrong. Enjoy!

The castle was even more spectacular than Percy had prepared himself for. His jaw must have dropped a thousand miles as he entered the door; it was arguably one of the most magnificent places he had ever set foot in in his life, bar perhaps Olympus. As he gazed around he couldn't help but notice and admire the different Architectural elements that made it so unique and special- the symmetry, the beautiful sweeping arches. She had drilled them all into his mind from her ceaseless chattering of her plans for Olympus. He could just imagine her face as if she was here right beside him; she'd look like a kid on Christmas morning. But that thought brought pain he wanted to forget, everything seemed to be bringing more and more pain. Would he ever recover? Was he fooling himself thinking he would? There was only one thing he knew for sure; he was still head over heels in love, even if she wasn't, and he couldn't stop it. He needed clarity, a sense of finality to stop the ridiculous fantasies of the two of them reuniting as if they had never been broken apart.

"This way Percy," Harry told him, snapping him out of his haunted thoughts just in the nick of time; he didn't want to fall too far down that rabbit hole of nostalgia without a rope or he'd have no hope of making it out sane, if he ever had been in the first place. Percy almost lost his way amongst the flurry of black cloaks and distracting voices, but he made it to the Great Hall in one piece, feeling his jaw drop to the floor as he witnessed the light of hundreds of candles that seemed to be bewitched to hover in the sky. Sky. As he looked up he realised he was staring up at the night's sky.

The stars are beautiful tonight, he thought to himself regretfully, jolted out of yet more memories by a prefect tapping insistantly on his shoulder. Bob says hello, he whispered, his voice barely audible as he turned around.

"Are you Percy?" They asked, obviously after spotting his plain robes. He nodded as they lead him off to the queue of first years he had somehow missed entirely. He slipped into the back of the line discreetly, feeling so out of place as he stated down at the tiny little creatures. Was I ever that small? He thought to himself, his ADHD mind wandering millions of miles away from where it should be, attention span lessening with every moment he stood waiting.

Percy admittedly zoned out during most of Dumbledore's speech, however nice the man seemed, yet even he was annoyed when some sort of strange pink toad began to coughas an act of interruption. Even Percy was in envy of Dumbledore's incredible sass when he continued, acting as if he hadn't heard a thing, but eventually she became far too irritating to simply disregard. She commenced her speech about the ministry wanting safety and control on their education, Percy pinching himself every few seconds to ensure he didn't fall asleep due to mind-numbing boredom. He could see the collective fury mounting in many of the students, and knew at once what this woman was here to do- meddle. Part of him hoped he would managed to avoid her, but the other devious side, which had prehaps been unfortunately enhanced by a combination of the devious Stoll brothers and the Weasley twins, couldn't wait until she was a victim of his uncontrollable sass. He stuck his tounge out as she walked back to the table, praying that she'd see him.

Oh she did, and she wasn't happy; that you could tell by the increase in noise from her loud, clicking heels as her stride became more fuelled by the anger he had sparked inside her cold heart. He couldn't help but feel a bit proud of himself; this was going to be an.... interesting year.

"Thank you very much Ms Umbridge, for that incredibly important and beneficial speech." Dumbledore returned to the spotlight once again, much to everyone's relief; not a single person could stand to take a moment longer of that pink goat's droning. Percy smiled a little at Dumbledore's tone, the slight sarcasm barely detectable. "Now, before the sorting ceremony commences, and we can finally indulge in our feast, I would like to discuss a new student of ours. He is originally from America, and for reasons we have not yet uncovered his letter from Ivelmory never arrived on his 11th birthday. Not until this year when he moved to England did we realise the mistake that had been made, and welcomed him to take his Wizarding education here. He is 17 years old, but will be beginning in fifth year, and today will be our first to be sorted into his house" Percy acted oblivious to all the eyes that were drawn over to him by those words. He was always the odd one out, the noticeable one, never hidden in the shadows no matter how much he often longed to be. The spotlight always found him, for both good and bad, no matter how much he didn't want it to....