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I thought I would go to the Hall of the Missing today, if anyone would care to join me for the excursion. I will be there around seven. Thank you.

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Charlie McGee asked me to get in touch with you in regards to providing fireworks for her wedding. Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes has an extensive selection, and I am certain we will be able to find something to suit the occasion.

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[It's around seven, as he'd said earlier in the day, and Percy is waiting outside the Hall of the Missing, coffee in hand to ward off the chill of the early evening. He checks his pocketwatch for the time, deciding he will give any potential companion another ten minutes before he goes in. He'd like to go alone, but he's not sure it's the wisest course of action, considering all the people he knows who will be in there. With someone else there, it will allow him to make it about them and shift his focus off himself.

In the meantime, he mentally sorts through his to-do lists for the next day, categorizing into City Solutions, the Wheezes, Passione, and home, and tries not to let himself feel the trepidation at how long each of them are.]

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I didn't know he could knit. What color socks are they?

Scarlet and gold, of course.

[She laughs and the sound echoes, so she lets it die off fairly quickly.]

Can never have enough Gryffindor, I suppose. Seems like the City felt the same way, too, judging by the lot of us who've been here.

Apparently. The proportionate representation of Houses here is surprisingly skewed. Perhaps it's the chivalry and daring.

Of the four Houses, we'd be the most likely to end up in another world, right?

[She smiles, glancing back to the wall, brows knitting a little.]

And the Slytherins just couldn't stand to see us so far ahead.

[He puts a hand on her shoulder, keeping it there, a gentle, reassuring presence.]

I think representatives on both sides would prefer if we kept that number uneven.

Tom and Bellatrix Lestrange haven't been back since.

[The visitor's weekends don't count. They're gone soon enough, then.]

You haven't got to worry about them.

I'm not.

[He is.]

I don't think there's many things that can stand up to two Weasleys working together.

Maybe that's why the twins were the way they were.

Terrifying?

You might have a point, at that.

I must have done something right, though. I managed by myself against those two until they left. Bellatrix and Tom kept trying to scare me.

[She brushes her hair over her shoulders, thoughtful.]

They never actually touched me.

At least they knew that much.

[He squeezes her shoulder, gently.]

I was alone, here. Who would they use me against?

[She says it very matter-of-factly. Then she moves on, pointing at the others.]

Sirius and Remus have been here when they were our age and the age we know them as. Remus—when he was younger—taught me how to Apparate. And then the older ones made our Quidditch balls.

[She's right, but - Merlin, he doesn't like how matter of fact she is about that. It just reminds him how differently they faced the war - he balanced on the edge of the blade, trying not to give anyone anything that could be used against him, and she fought and sparked like a candle in darkness, using the only thing she had as a weapon - herself.

He's glad for the change in subject, because thinking about the war is rarely a way to spend a pleasant afternoon.]

Did they make all the balls?

Mm, as a birthday gift for Harry. Then the twins created the pitch when they got here. All that's missing is a proper league, don't you think? Not that it'll ever happen.

[She surveys the wall.]

We always tried, though. Those of us who were here. It's odd looking at them all.

There are people here I never thought I'd see in one place.

[And it must be even harder for Ginny, to have seen them all come and go.]

[That draws a laugh from her.]

Yeah. I can't tell you how odd it was to have Cho and Cedric around while I was with Harry.

I can't imagine it was anything but extremely surreal for all of you.

[He remembers how well he dealt with the dead when he first arrived in the City. He likes to think he'd be a bit better now, but that part of him that's still healing quails away at the thought.]

At first. But you've got to get used to it here; we haven't got much of a choice.

As we have for most things.

[He nods to the picture of Snape, frozen in a glower.]

Do you remember when we were all turned into children for the weekend? It's almost a miracle we didn't end up in Full-Body Binds until it wore off.

We're absolute saints as children. I don't know what you're talking about.

We were absolute somethings, that is unquestionable.