[Composure is rubbish and paint be damned. He's tossing his broom aside and pulling Perce into a hug whether the man likes it or not. But he better damn well like it, because. Well. It's likely the last he'll ever get. Good thing Fred's arms are wrapped around Percy, or he might notice when the paint on his hands gies from yellow to a warm blue, near the color of flames. Grinning, always grinning, but Merlin, is there so much more beneath the surface.]
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[Composure is rubbish and paint be damned. He's tossing his broom aside and pulling Perce into a hug whether the man likes it or not. But he better damn well like it, because. Well. It's likely the last he'll ever get. Good thing Fred's arms are wrapped around Percy, or he might notice when the paint on his hands gies from yellow to a warm blue, near the color of flames. Grinning, always grinning, but Merlin, is there so much more beneath the surface.]