Percy watched her go, composing himself when she turned to leave. “Goodbye, Ginny,” he said with a wave to her retreating figure. Once she was gone, Percy turned back to Oliver and fell onto the sofa next to him. “Sorry about that. It sort of got out of hand.”
Oliver sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I just don’t understand why she is so angry at me. All I ever did was try to help her and then she insults me and when I try to be the ‘responsible teacher’ she take a piss at me even more. I can never win with her…mind you, if she ever met my sisters, we’ll both be in big trouble. The stuff they could all get into. They’ll either get on fabulously or horribly. Either way, it’s bad news for us.”
“I have no idea how to explain that to you,” Percy said, also letting out a sigh. It would take a lot to change Ginny’s opinion, and he wasn’t entirely sure what that could be. Irrationality was one of her less appealing traits, similar to the rest of his family. “I really don’t know which would be worse,” he added, not wanting to even picture the meeting.