The time has come for me
To break out of the shell
I have to shout
That I'm coming out
-- Diana Ross
Saturday, January 27th - Afternoon
It had been over a week, and Percy had finally managed at least one good night's sleep without any of the dreams
. However, he still could not stop thinking about what he had overheard at the Three Broomsticks
. He had thought long and hard about what he could possibly do to help Charlie - preferably without having to face him and look him in the eye - and had decided that subtlety was the best course of action. If that didn't work, then he would have to take more drastic action.
Though he still couldn't think of an option that meant he would never have to see his brother again. Unfortunately, that was no longer an option.
And thus he made his way to his brothers' cabin, a copy of The Joy of Gay Sex
shrunken and secreted about his person for later planting in an appropriate location.
Holding back a shiver of apprehension, and gathering up every last bit of his Gryffindor courage, he knocked at the door - a part of him desperately hoping only Bill was home.