Business|Patrick

[Percy Ignatius Weasley, Jr.]

Percy sat down on the couch. It had been a long day of waiting tables and making sure undercover aurors didn’t see the deals going down. He hated his job, he hated the Hogs Head. He hated almost everything involved with that place. He wished that he was older or at least look older, so he could get a better job. He closed his eyes and was half asleep when an owl landed on him and nipped at his ear. Percy recognized the owl right away to be that of the Devol Family.

He at first thought that something had happened. But nothing could hurt that family. They were way too tough. Patrick had been around for centuries and knew all the ways to harm a vampire and mastered how to block them. No, nothing could’ve happened to the family. Percy opened it up and smiled. He’d been meaning to go out there and talk to him. He wanted to make a pact with the guy. He gave the owl some treats and watched him fly off.

This meeting could be about anything. He knew Patrick wanted to take over. He might just let him. He was too young to be the dark lord. Not too mention that it was dangerous and he was going to be a father soon. Percy didn’t want his little ones to grow up without him. Yeah, Patrick would probably be better as the dark lord. As these thoughts continued, his eyes closed and he fell asleep.

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“Percy,” he said as he waited outside the gates to the Devol spa. This place has top security, even better than any real spa out in the world. This security was even better than Azkaban. The creatures that guarded this place were different than anything you’d ever seen. And they were tiny. Looking at them, you’d think they couldn’t do much, but these guys could throw a grown man far. And they could kill as easy as Patrick. Percy had seen them in action. “Master Devol called for me.” The gates finally opened and he walked through.

He was always welcomed here, as well as anyone else that needed a place to stay. He’d stayed here dozens of times when he was younger. Patrick became a second father to him, the one that he would’ve preferred to have. He finally reached the pool, which was in front of the house instead of the back. Percy sat down, took off his shoes and put his feet in the water.

Marcia greeted him warmly, said Patrick would be out soon and then dived into the water. It was swimming time at this place. Percy yawned as he watched Marcia do a few laps and then floated lazily on her back. “Did anyone ever tell you that you play dead well?” he joked. She just grinned at him. He yawned again and laid on his back, ready to fall asleep. “Mistress Devol, wake me up when the Master comes.”

[Patrick Samson Devol]

Patrick was in his bug room, looking at his precious collection. It was only he that came in here. It wasn’t that he didn’t allow his family in this room, but they preferred to stay out. He supposed they were just a little disgusted by the bugs. What they don’t realize is that most of their blood collection comes from this room. He won’t allow his family to drink human blood. They had to stick with the blood of animals, bugs, that sort of stuff.

He was looking out the window and saw Percy arrive. He had a feeling that Percy wanted to talk to him about something and he probably knew what it was. He was just hoping that he didn’t. Patrick didn’t really want this life for people. It caused a lot of pain to both when changing into a vampire. At least the way he was taught it did. The only difference was the older vampire wouldn’t be light headed afterwards.

He went down the stairs, two at a time and into the bar. He mixed two drinks, one for him and the other for Percy. Both the gla*ses on blood red liquid in it, but only one of them contained blood. Patrick wondered if Percy would be able to tell the difference. He knew that Percy wasn’t stupid and knew that he wouldn’t give him blood, but he probably wouldn’t know which one was blood and which one was his special Alcoholic beverage.

As he walked to the pool, his mate walked back into the house. She knew enough to leave them alone. Whenever Percy came over to see him, he asked to talk alone. The Devols knew that Percy was the Dark Lord, but not everyone knew that Patrick controlled everything. He called the shots. And he wanted to take it over from Percy. He just didn’t know if the guy would like that.

Patrick set the drinks down and fell limply to the ground, his feet hitting the water. “Percy!” he called loudly. “Time to wake up, son.” Patrick relaxed back, looking at his friend, waiting for him to wake up.