I don’t like food
I don’t really remember when I came to this retaliation but I know it was sometime in sixth year, around the same time I came to the conclusion that sleep took up too much time. So yeah, I know you need food and sleep but no matter how much I try I can’t will myself to actually enjoy food. So I don’t try eating is something I do because I have to. And I skipped every meal I could preamble ecsouse. That's how I have been surviving for the last year, and hey it’s not like anyone notest. No, they didn’t even give me a second glance, that's how it goes.
Today however I am feeling terrible. I skipped dinner and breakfast yesterday and today stomaching a piece of toast was close to impossible. And now it is lunch and I have to eat a sandwich. The thought makes me sick all ready. I start to walk to the kitchen, I haven’t eaten in the great hall for months now. Feeling sicker and sicker as I got closer but I have mastered the art of hiding my pain. But then something that I couldn’t ignore came working paced the Gryffindor quidditch team. Great, just great. This is fine, just walk by calmly and don't even acknowledge them, it will be fine. This is fine, I feel fine, I’m fine, everything is fine. “Hey Percy were you heading.” but as if Oliver could hear my thoughts he interrupted them. But now all the attention was on me and if I was going to get away I had to play my cards right. Oliver is as stubborn as me and the most protective person I know, and recently he has started to watch me more closely. Why he started to care well were shagging. How it wel………..ll we were drunk. It was the end of six years we were starting or I was packing for the train that was leaving in two days, then Oliver walked in with a bottle of fire whisky. And ok the truth is I like Oliver, so when the cute idiot said he wanted to spend time with me and share a bottle, I caved. Then the next thing I know were snogging on one of are beds then we were fucking.
“The library, I need to return a book. It will be over overdue tomorrow” I lied. But before Oliver could say anything the twin interrupted. “Typically Percy alway five steps ahead”you can do that after lunch you know” Fred finished George's statement. Yes but I can’t eat without gagging and it is not pretty. “Fred and George are right, and I mean you must be hungry. I mean I know you skipped dinner yesterday and I didn’t see you this morning. The book can wait. Right Fred, George.”
And with that it’s over with that one phrase ‘Fred and George are right’. That’s what the twins wanted more than anything, and Oliver knew that that is why he brought them up again at the end. The handsome bastard was using my brothers against me, Gods that’s smart that’s really smart I wish Oliver was my boyfriend. Wait. No no this is no time to be gushing over Oliver, your brothers are about to… but it's too late. “Come on Percy, the great hall is this way.” George’s cheers as he grabs my hands start pulling me in the opposite direction to the way I want to go. “Yeah come on Percy” Fred repeats as he pushes me from behind. I look over to Oliver. He is smiling clearly happy with this result. I turn away as my face starts heating up, and make eye contact with Harry who is laughing but quickly stops when we look eyes. So I turned and faced my brother who looked so happy about being taken seriously.
But I quickly started to panic. What should I do? I can't just up and run, but I can’t let this play out in every scenario go wrong. Oh Merlin, I fell sick.
However my problem was quickly replaced with a more important one. Now why I soundly knew I had to rip my hand out of George’s grabs and push myself away from Fred and finally turn my head I don’t know. Maybe I sense it coming, maybe it was dumb luck, or maybe my body was convinced that I was going to run. Whatever the reason I’m just glad I did because the next minute I was vomiting.
The moment falling was all a blur. I was an ortho pilot. I whipped my mouth when I was done. After which I became aware of the fact that my body has become too heavy for me, the moment the thought came to me as I also realised that I was falling. But before I reached the ground I felt something or someone wrap around my waist. The action stopped me from falling into my own vomit, but also caused me to somehow vomit more.
When it was finally over I didn’t feel better but I did feel tired. I could barely keep my eyes open, let-alone stand on my own two feet. I was hanging like a ragdoll in somebody no not somebody. I was tired, not brain dead. I was hanging like a ragdoll in Oliver’s arm, on the verge of passing out. But before I could truly comprehend my sitcharation Oliver pulled me closer wrapping his right arm titer around me, before taking his left and scooping me up bridal style. He then loosened his grip making me more comfortable and Merlin was comfortable, and I was tired. My eyes became too heavy and I was too tired.
Just five minutes will be fine, right. And after I can deal with this mess. It was my second last thought before I fell into unconsciousness. I trust Olie to take care of it in the meantime. Was the last.
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I think Percy has an eating disorder, or I thought he did this five minutes ago now I know he does now.
Five minutes ago I saw him walking proudly the opposite way from the great hall after not seeing him there for breakfast, and after knowing he did not eat dinner yesterday. That was the last straw for me. No, Percy was not going to have an eating disorder. But I was too late. He already had one. And now I was carrying him to the nursing wing after he vomited then passed out.
The twins and Harry just behind me were clearly confused about what was happening and why. They had no idea what was going on with Sirius Black on the loose and their brother passing out. It was too much too much for them and me, all I want is to be wrong but I'm not. I get a couple of stairs as I make my way to the hospital wing but at this moment I don’t care. After a while we made it, I turned my body using my body to push it open before walking inside.
“Oliver, oh dear what happened” madam Pomfrey asked as she walked up to me, or more likely as she walked up to get a better look at Percy who had passed out in my arms. “Well I ... .Percy he” at that moment I don’t know what to say. I know Percy has an eating disorder and he passed out and vomited, I can’t say that. Can I. “Percy vomited then passed out” I told her instead, which was true. “Oh dear, bring him over here.” she said. I walked him over to the beds that she pointed to. At that moment the door flew open with the twin running in. “Is he ok, what happened?” one said Fred if I had to guess. I look from the twin over to Pomfrey, who motions her head for me to continue what I was doing. She then walks over to deal with the twins' worries. I paused for a minute about what I was doing before the twins busted in. Putting Percy down, that's what I was doing.
I then remember before looking down Percy was still in my arms. I move closer to the bed as I position so he is sitting on the bed. I then take his tie off. I can't imagine that it is comfortable to sleep in. I then lay him down fully, before walking over to the end of the bed to take off his shoes. “Will he be okay?”
I look up to see Harry standing behind me. “I’m sure he’ll be fine. He just probably over worked himself, he should be fine after a bit of rested” I didn’t want Harry to worry, I know he sees the Weasleys as a surrogate family. And recently Percy has been helping both him and Ron studdie for defence against the dark arts, which has meant that he has recently seen the less serious side of Percy. It shows he has started to look up and teasing Percy like a little brother would. But he was also scared that he had realised that Percy was a pretty cool person to have an older brother too late, but he wasn’t.
“Ok that’s enough, everyone go to lunch. You can come back later after your class.” madam Pomfrey announced proudly. She then began to lead the twins to the door, so they protested about how Percy was their brother. But it did little to nothing. I signed as I stood up and started to lead Harry out. He looked up at me with a confused and worried look. “Pomfrey knows what she is doing. And hey we're all hungry, let's get some food and then you can come back with Ron to check up on him after your classes.” I say. He nods as we meet up with the twins as we all get pushed out the door. “Have some food and enjoy your last couple of classes.” Pomfrey said before closing the door.
I sigh as she closes the door. As the guilt starts to brew in my stomach, should I have told her about Percy not eating? And what am I going to do when Percy wakes up.
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I woke up feeling groggy. I also felt so sick worse than I have felt in a long while. I had a terrible taste in my mouth, my head felt dizzy and heavy, but mostly my stomach felt like the acid in my stomach was burning through my skin. It was painful and I hated it. What even happened? Why do I feel so sick? Then it all came back.
I vomited then passed out in front of my brother’s, Harry and Oliver. Merlin, what am I going to do? “Oh you're awake, how are you feeling Percy?” Madam Pomfrey asked in her firm but caring way she always did. “Yeah I'm okay, a bit light headed. Ah what time is it?” I say trying my best to mask how terrible I feel. “Three thirty seven, but don’t worry your teachers know that you're here. Oh and Oliver brought you some food, just try to eat what you can. And rest ok” she tells me. I nod as she walks over to the door before stopping and facing me again. “I have to deal with something. Will you be ok alone till four, your brother's sister and Harry said that they are going to come see you.” you asked “of course, I will be fine” I tell her, she smiles as she leaves. I sigh when I am sure she is gone. This is going to be hard, I’m going to have to make sure that my siblings don’t worry about me. I smile genuinely. I don't know when I started seeing Harry as a little brother, but knowing that he saw me as an older brother too makes me happy. And the fact that my brothers and Genny were going to see me, it all distracted me from the pain in my stomach for a moment.
“Wow, how long has it been since you've genuinely smiled? And how do I make it a more common thing.” a voice at the front of the room called out to me. “Oliver Wood, skipping class I might have to take house points and give you detention.” I joked, but we both know I am lying. He laughs as moves closer. “I think you should eat something. You must be hungry.” he tells me. Gods I wish he didn’t. “I know you're going to say your stomach is still not feeling great. And I also know it’s not the truth… so please just try to eat something.”. He was looking down at me with a pleading look on his face. Oh I see that’s why. I should have known. “So you know. Hah how long”
“Not long. But I suspected after the welcome back feast” he told me. I signed “ my relationship with food isn’t great” I said because what else can I say. “Percy you have an eating disorder, and don’t you dare try and convince me it’s not that bad because after this. You and I both know it’s bad” he said sternly angrily…. Anxiously. I say nothing. There isn't a point we both know he’s right.
After a minute of silence he grabs a small bowl from the tab and hands it to me. A soup I think, at that moment the smell makes its way to my nose, it smells good but at the same time it makes me feel sick. I lift a spoon up to my lips but no matter how hard I try I can’t will my mouth to open. After another minute Oliver took the spoon out of my hand. “Percy, I am not above forcing this down your throat.”
“Fine. you want me to eat so bad, fine.” I said angrily before bringing the hall ball to my lips before chugging it. I managed to get half of it down before the terribly sick feeling in my stomach became too much. I moved the bowl away, turned my head and covered my mouth in a weak attempt to hide my gaging from Oliver. Why I did this I don’t know. It was obvious what I was doing.
Oliver then took the bowl and replaced it with an empty one. “Hay easy.”
“I’m sorry” is all I said without looking him in the eyes.
“It’s okay, we can just try again tomorrow. Okay?”
The okay was posed as a question but it might as well have been a statement coming from Oliver. Nevertheless I nodded.
“Okay”