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I don't want to wait for our lives to be over. I want to know right now, what will it be? I don't want to wait for our lives to be over. Will it be yes or will it be sorry? |
His fingers dart up to his tie, one final adjustment to check if it's tight enough, another adjustment to the left, his collar straightened and he looks back to the mirror, the face of an eleven year old that shouldn't be this serious about his first day of school. Smile, Percy, he can hear his mother say if she was in the room. Percy turns around anyway, out of instinct, his thoughts getting the better of him, but there's nothing there, just boxes of Bill and Charlies' old items, passed onto him, Ron sleeping in the bed next to his own.