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But he didn't let the past, no wait, future, no wait technically it's his past so...fuck it. He had a life now and he was going to live it.
It was a few days until Christmas and Percy came to realise he didn't have a single gift for the many friends he had made so far.
That Saturday wasn't a Hogsmeade weekend, but Percy flew over to the town anyway and thanks to his cloak he wasn't caught.
He had to hide his clothes and wear his blue robes instead of his school robes, easier to blend in.
He spotted Fred and George as well running all over the place, but they didn't see him, good thing too, the town wouldn't be able to handle a prank war.
Percy snuck from store to store, keeping his head down and buying things quickly. He got chocolate for Ron, a few advanced books for Hermione, a ball of yarn that never ran out for Heather, who loved to knit, go figure right?
He ended up buying enough for everyone, except for Harry, Fleur and Hecate. Those he wanted to give something a little more personal.
As he finished for the day Percy went to the three broomsticks and sat down by the counter callin Rosmerta over.
"Hello dear what can I-" the innkeeper stopped and smiled, "well hello there Percy, fancy seeing you here. I didn't realise it's Hogsmeade weekend," she teased.
Percy chuckled, "it's not, but I needed to do some last minute shopping, so I figured why not? You aren't going to tell on me are you?"
The woman chuckled, "oh no dear, don't worry, you aren't the only one who sneaks out here from time to time. Hell I doubt you'll be the last, my lips are sealed. Now what'll it be?"
"Hmm, chicken pot pie and a butter beer please," Percy smiled.
"Coming right up!"
As Percy ate his lunch he noticed people coming through the floo. It was probably connected to Leaky Caldron as well, Percy realised he didn't have a set of robes for the ball yet, so maybe this would be the perfect time to get some!
After paying for his lunch, where he left a very generous tip for the innkeeper's silence, Percy took a pinch of floo powder and stepped through calling out, "Diagon Alley!"
Percy stepped out moments later covered in soot in the familiar magical pub. He grumbled as he banished the soot away, he hated the floor, too damn hot.
"Percy!" Tom called out, "aren't you supposed to be in school?"
"Doing some Christmas shopping Tom!" Percy called out with a chuckle, "don't tell okay!"
Tom grinned, "sure thing, oh Knight of Hogwarts."
"Oh thank you Tom, you know I've been trying to get people to call me that in school, not working," Percy grumbled.
"Give it time Percy, these sort of things tend to stick you see, easier for people to remember faces if they have a title. Don't' you worry, the moment you're out of Hogwarts people will be calling you that left, right and center. Now hurry along, don't want to miss out on any of the stores before they close!"
Percy wished Tom well before leaving to the magical alley. He headed straight to Madam Malkin's for a set of dance robes. He asked the shopkeeper to show him a few and immediately regretted his decision.
The robes were shit to say the least. Each had those ugly as shit lace trimmings along the borders and horrible colours to match.
Seriously, who thought maroon and green were a good match?
Fucking wizards needed to learn fashion designing, just because they can shoot sparks out of a piece of wood they think they are fucking perfect, fucking idiots.
Obviously Percy held issue with the robe selections.
He would rather die than be seen wearing these ridiculous things, so instead he went to Gringotts and changed his coins into pounds.
He transfigured his robes into a pair of jeans and a hoodie and slipped into the muggle side of London.
If Percy knew one thing about Britishers it was this, they had a great sense of fashion when it came to suits, example 'A', James freaking Bond, which was why it is such a shame the same couldn't be said for their magical side.
Percy walked around for a bit before stumbling onto a store that specialised in tailor made suits with the name, 'Kingsman' emblazoned in gold.
Percy walked in, the store just oozed class. From the lighting to the decorum, even the soft classical music made this place seem a class above everyone else.
There were various suit jackets in place, double breasted, silk, velvet and so many more different styles.
And standing behind a counter was a properly dressed gentleman who raised an eyebrow at Percy's attire.
Percy smiled, "I need a suit."
"Well you certainly come to the right place then," the man gave a small smile, "anything in particular?"
Percy smirked, "make it something James Bond would wear….only no bow ties, I prefer ties."
"Any color in particular?"
"Make it... make it sea blue with a black undershirt and throw in a pair of black shoes in there as well," Percy smiled.
"Hm, very well, but I must warn you our suits can be quite...pricy."
"I have a thousand pounds in my pocket. Will that be enough?" Percy asked with a raised eyebrow.
The man smiled and nodded, "perhaps. Right this way," the motioned to a room on the left. Inside Percy's measurements was taken and the finer details of the suit's specifics were discussed.
It took them an hour before he was done. They stepped out and the man noted down Percy's orders.
"How long will it take?" Percy asked.
"It will take 2 to 4 weeks sir," the man informed him.
"I need it before Christmas," Percy argued.
"I can't rush-"
"I'll pay you double," Percy rolled his eyes.
The man chuckled, "very well, I'll see what I can do."
Percy left the store with a receipt for the suit to be picked up on the 24th. He whistled as he made his way back to the Leaky Cauldron as the sun set in the distance.
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