NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 211: Percy Again
The Great Hall was still an ocean of pink madness by the time lunch rolled around. Students were in varying states of chaos—some blushing, some fleeing, and some clinging to their dignity like it was a vanishing cloak. At the Gryffindor table, however, four boys were suspiciously quiet, and their grins were anything but innocent.
Cael, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan leaned close together, practically vibrating with anticipation.
"Oh, Merlin," Fred whispered, trying not to choke on laughter. "This is the greatest idea we've ever had."
Lee beamed. "The handwriting charm we used to forge the letter—brilliant touch, Cael. Looks exactly like Adrian Fawly's."
Cael smirked. "Thank you, thank you. I pride myself on chaos that feels personal."
George tapped the enchanted paper in his pocket. "And the song lyrics… pure poetry."
Lee grinned wickedly. "This is going to live in Hogwarts for couple of weeks ."
They turned just as Percy Weasley strutted into the hall, as pompous as ever, Prefect badge gleaming on his chest like he'd personally been knighted that morning. He sat down primly, unaware that doom—dressed in wings and gold—was marching straight for him.
The Cupid dwarf stomped dramatically toward the Gryffindor table, carrying a scroll tied with a green and silver ribbon.
Fred elbowed Cael. "It's about to go down ."
The dwarf cleared his throat and, without warning, burst into song in a loud, off-key voice that echoed off every enchanted wall:
🎵
"Oh Percy dear, your gaze so firm,
Your rules, your lectures—how they make me squirm!
From across the Slytherin dungeon dark,
My heart ignites like a flobberworm spark!"
🎵
Students froze mid-bite. Forks clattered to plates. Heads turned.
🎵
"You walk so tall, with nose so high,
Like a Hippogriff beneath the sky.
My love, you're strict—but that's okay,
I'll sneak past curfew anyway!"
🎵
By now, the hall had erupted in giggles. Percy was turning Weasley red, his eyes wide with horror.
🎵
"So come, my lion, break house taboo,
Let Slytherin's green be paired with your blue!
Signed forever, your secret flame,
From dungeons deep…
—Adrian Fawly is my name!"
🎵
The hall exploded in laughter.
Students from every house howled, some falling off benches, others crying with laughter. The Slytherin table twisted toward Pucey, whose face had gone ghostly white.
"I—I NEVER—!" Fawly sputtered, scrambling to deny everything, but it was useless. He looked so stunned, so helpless, that someone shouted, "Own it, Adrian! True love waits for no house!" and the laughter renewed tenfold.
Percy, meanwhile, stood like a statue—face crimson, ears twitching.
"I—this is—a vile joke!" he barked, trying to maintain dignity while looking like he might faint.
Fred leaned toward Cael. "Wait for it…"
Just then, the dwarf pulled a folded paper heart from his tunic and offered it to Percy.
"Oh no," Percy groaned.
Inside the heart was a doodle—Percy riding a broomstick while Fawly clung to him like a damsel in distress. Below it was scrawled: "To my powerful Prefect. Take me for a ride… through the corridors of love."
George howled. Lee was crying into his robes. Cael clutched his ribs.
Across the hall, Snape looked like he was trying to cast Avada Kedavra with his eyes.
"I demand to know who is responsible for this outrage!" Percy shouted, nearly slipping on a fallen rose petal.
At the Gryffindor table, the culprits were already trying to look innocent, though George's entire body was shaking from suppressed laughter.
"I dunno," Fred said, deadpan, "maybe love just… found a way."