Abigail had gotten home from shopping from getting a wedding dress. Her maid of honor, Luna, had helped her.
    Percy stood at the doorway, trying to peek at the dress. "Percy, it's not doing to work that easily." Abigail laughed.
   "Fine!" He huffed, playfully stomping away.
    While she was in the shower that night, he went into her closet, about to open it and peek at the covered dress- but Abigail came out with her arms crossed. She had her robe on as she held up the dress, "Don't think that you'll win that easily, Weasley."
   "B-But it's right..." Percy began, by Abigail laughed.
   "That's Luna's dress, she asked me to keep it here." She explained.
    "I-I..."
   "Go to sleep, you have a long day ahead of you."

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