on recounting of the events that occurred this historic summer, Percy paid proliferously
(twenty-six Galleons for 3 bloody sessions!) for a personal trainer during
Ramadan. his personal trainer taught him how to entangle himself in a fatal contraption called the
TRX and corrected his form on basic exercises, like chocolate-cream-sponges lunges, and
you-shouldn't-have-had-the-Starbucks-munch-es crunches. after a period of mourning the fact that after spending five years with a gym membership and is still unable to withstand a plank longer than 30 seconds
with proper form (
"who am i? who is unsure of their squat jump technique and how many carbohydrates are in a single slice of breaaaad?"), he rose like
Fawkes from the ashes and majored in a part of a sports film directed by
Gilderoy Lockhart. Percy cannot remember this film for
some reason.
during
Ramadan, he also decided to take his father,
Arthur Weasley, his nineteen-year-old sister
Ginny and thirteen-year-old sister,
Roxanne out one evening, where they consumed their weight in tasteless noodles covered in cream, and then had caramel macchiatos afterwards. Percy was
not impressed because he had an holy honey and cinnamon latte before their coffee
run brisk walk. because nobody
runs in Ramadan.
it was in Starbucks that Percy documented the existence of this foul abomination (that did not make it near his mouth).
Newt Scamander would be proud, as Percy logged his near encounter with this
lolly-gagging, bloodless beverage be taketh over these sweltering lands. never will he be trying this illegal sugar rush. and Percy still asks himself with the wisdom
and vigilance of
Alastor Moody,
what part of the lollipop does the cream come from?
in the same day, he also hit a small sidewalk and managed to drive OVER it. Arthur Weasley was not happy.
they had an obligatory family gathering during the time of
Gerga'oon - to also be described as the wizarding Middle Eastern Halloween. children would insist on running around in their polished crisp clothing and golden threads with colours that would make a
Pygmy Puff seem depressed. his mother made enough sweets to last
one night in his house a life-time and Percy might have been caught scoffing one of his mother's homemade frosted chocolate cupcakes with chocolate ganache and crumbled flake
or he may scoffed ten.
during the summer holidays, Percy went to
Turkey with his family. in the first day, he recalled running down the airport wearing his mother's awfully chosen soft ashen-grey hoodie that proclaimed in bold, crisp-white letters
LOVE YOURSELF. at this point, his reproductive organs were twisting and turning and producing cramps that could not be dulled by mild pain potions. needless to say, Percy did not love himself. and his
mushroom and cheese toastie from Costa was stale. the flight rushed by quickly. they spent their first night in Turkey roaming around
Taksim Square where they found out that the location was not particularly to the liking given the fact that they had to swim through the mass quantity of people at night. Percy had a
'fresh' pretzel served off a vendor. it was doughy, and stale and he needed to have dragon teeth to chew. he also ate
Ginny's. at this point, Percy wanted it to go on record that the hotel food was absolutely atrocious. the food there was so and so in Instabul but it did not stop Percy from gobbling down mass quantities of it.
in fact, one of the first things that Percy did was stock up on foreign junk food. apparently, Turkey love their dark chocolates, chia seeds, and... crackers? wonderful. a nation
without a palate.
Percy spent hours with his extended family outside in the heat with no air conditioning where they went off to see historic places (
a sultan's palace that Percy does not know the name of nor cared for. during their visit, Percy sat down at the ground with the rest of his family in a picnic-like fashion and ate crackers), a giant park (Percy drank hot chocolate and saw women have their wedding photos taken in the flobberworm-infested muck),
Wonder Woman in the Turkish cinema, and
mini Turk. they ate near the sea, in a café with no air conditioning, and in other places that Percy did not typically eat at
because where he is from, there is air conditioning everywhere to ward off the 50 degree Celsius weather. and they drank Starbucks every day. Percy noticed that the Turkish
caramel macchiato is a bajillion times sweeter than the ones in his country.
PERFECT. their sweets were
to Avada Kedavra for. Percy drank hot chocolates, and gorged on brownies and oaty flapjacks wherever he went. Percy might have passed out in a sugar coma in a sultan's palace at some point.
then Percy departed from his extended family and just went off with his regular mini family to a
luxurious (!!) resort in
Antalya. to say that Percy did not fit in would be an understatement. here he was wearing headscarves, and long-sleeved shirts to the gym whilst women paraded around in bikinis and abdominals he only saw in Instagram. it was really out of a film. Percy spent his time there in the resort in the gym, particularly in the men's section where he realised that blokes actually
DO bloody grunt and groan and make sounds that make Percy wonder if he should call for an ambulance. he also ate lots of big yellow apples because the gym offered it for free. along with fruit-infused water and free yoga classes.
Percy joined a
KANGAROO JUMP class on his last day there. in the beginning, he couldn't even think of walking with those aerated shoes of destruction and despair, but by the end, he was
running in them. jumping in them felt like he was riding a broomstick -
FLYING! Percy was always terrible in his
Flying classes. he was running
SO slowly. he was the last back. by the time he'd come back, they were just finishing off with ab exercises. the instructor with long, curly dark hair
hello, tanned Sirius and the rest of the soulless, golden-skinned fitness models were
LAUGHING at him.
very much out of a film.
bastards.
the food there was endless, mostly free and the majority of it was
amazing. every breakfast, lunch and dinner, they were serving
the right style buffet style. Percy watched girls with zero body fat scarf down watermelon whilst there was a dessert table that stretched so far across that Percy felt like
Mr Flume himself was giving him the go ahead to gorge on tantalising tarts and charming caramels.
at this point in time, Percy wants to mention what these were: the last one that is covered by Percy's hot-chocolate holding hand is a cross between
a bakewell tart and an
oaty flapjack, the one with the dollopy swirly thing was
a sticky, moist date cake, and the last was a
blackberry cheesecake. nobody that is sane would rather have abs when there was bakewell-oaty-date-cheesecakes involved in a
LUXURY RESORT.
then they returned back to the
Old City in Istanbul. they spent most of the time eating and shopping. Percy discovered a Starbucks
whole-grain cheese pastry that he just immediately fell in love with. he and his parents finally got some alone time because they visited a baklawa shop, and they sat down whilst Percy was sipping on hot chocolate and eating different freshly prepared baklawa sweets with his parents. his father,
Arthur Weasley, drank enough Turkish coffee to drown a small village. they found a restaurant that made a
delightful vegetarian Turkish pizza. they went on long walks aimlessly and just talked about things that Percy couldn't really call right now but it made him very happy to talk about them. he remembered the feeling of gooey fuzziness. of course,
that just might be the bountiful sugar and warm, toasty carbohydrates talking.
and that is precisely how he had put on four kilos this vacation. fortunately not very visible.
also, there was sort of a situation at his university that might have meant that he was exempt from doing his GP examinations that 
