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Percy Weasley always wanted everything to be perfect; his homework when he was in school, the reports he had to write for his work and the dates he had had with Oliver, his fiancée now, his soon-to-be husband.
His brothers, Fred and George, used to call him Perfect Prefect Percy which was actually pretty correct if he thought about it. He had been a Prefect during his school years at Hogwarts, he always wanted to do everything perfect and his name was, obviously, Percy.
But he did not know what to do now, he did not know what cake to choose or which colour would be best for the reception. And Oliver wasn’t the best of help either; he either wanted the red and gold from Gryffindor (which would be terrible, red with his hair colour) or the colours of Puddlemere United (which was basically the same as mud). So Percy had said no and said he would pick the colours, then Oliver could pick the type of flowers, the colours would obviously have to match with the colours of the decoration.
Luckily he did not have to do it alone. His mother had practically forced herself upon him when she had heard the news of Oliver and Percy, and she had dragged Fleur along. Even though it was a bit strange that he went for wedding preparations with his mother and his sister-in-law, normally the females, the bride-to-be’s would do that, but he was glad they were there.
“Mom! Fleur! Should I go for green, white or a light blue? And that the flowers will then be white?” He looked at them questioningly, wondering what their opinion would be.
“I would go for the light blue. Not so traditional and still so much like the both of you. Don’t you agree, Fleur?” Molly looked at her daughter-in-law who nodded.
Percy smiled. “Well, that’s one part of what we will need for the wedding.” He sighed. “It will be a long month.”
“Think positive. Tomorrow ‘ou will look for rings with O’iver.” Fleur tried to cheer him up.
“I know! Gosh, I hope he will not go for something to expensive. I’m willing to pay too, but let’s face it, he has more money than me.”
“Think positive, Percy, think positive. Will you come over next week for the wedding cake? I will make some samples. Or are you going to tell me I’m not allowed to bake it?”
“Of course you may bake it mother. Monday next week, this time? Wait, what time is it?”
“Three PM, Percy.” It had taken some time, but Fleur could now pronounce Percy’s name correctly. Oliver had already given up on trying to teach her how to say his name, Percy rather liked how Oliver’s name sounded in French.
“Oh well, two PM then? An hour earlier? If that works for you mother.”
“Of course dear. Have fun tonight with Oliver. We are all coming for that game this Saturday so we will see you then.”
“Bye Percy.” Fleur pressed a kiss on his left cheek, his mother pressed one on his right cheek. Normally he would have said something, but now he just let it happen. He was already glad they helped him.