“You’re cheating,” he insists, his carrot-colored hair fluffing out in anger. “You simply have to be cheating!”
Ami looks up at him, frowning. “Don’t you think it’s rather childish to fling such accusations around, Percival?”
His skin blends in with his freckles. “I am not a child!”
“So, you just act like one?”
Now he starts sputtering. “I am NOT--"
Ami sighs and pushes her glasses up on her nose. “I don’t cheat, Percival. Nor do I take kindly to people who accuse me of doing so.”
Percy sneers. “And what are you going to do? After all, I am a wizard.” He glares. “And you, Ami Mizuno, are a cheater!”
Ami shakes her head. "I warned you."
"Warned me about what?"
From that day on, all of his siblings refer to him as Percy the Popsicle.