Mrs. Weasley was sorting the washing when she found a shirt she didn't recognise. It was deep blue, and made of something fine and soft. Not the sort of thing any of her boys went in for, she thought with an indulgent smile. Boys.... on a sudden inspiration, she turned over the collar. Sure enough, there was a name label inside. Oliver Wood. Ah, that explained it. He and Percy had been room mates last year. He could easily have picked it up, thinking it was his, and packed it with his own clothes.
It never crossed her mind to question how Percy could accidentally take something so different from any of his own clothes, not to mention a size or two bigger. And she certainly didn't wonder what the stains on it were, or how they got there.
It never crossed her mind to question how Percy could accidentally take something so different from any of his own clothes, not to mention a size or two bigger. And she certainly didn't wonder what the stains on it were, or how they got there.