Percy arrived at Hogsmeade Primary just in time to find himself the tallest person in a sea of under-elevens pouring from the main entrance. Their small heads, blonde, brown, and the occasional ginger, bobbed happily on short legs, carried to the waiting arms of their parents or nannies to be flown or flooed or side-alonged home. How many of their parents would approve of what he had come to discuss with their teachers? How many would care enough to protest, or be forced to lecture their children on what could or could not be said at school and so give the family away as supporters of something other than the Ministry's bullheaded agenda?
Even thinking of what had become of the establishment he would once have slugged - or at the very least dismissed rudely - someone for defaming rendered Percy's feet as heavy as cauldrons as he entered the school and made his way down one of the brightly painted corridors toward the office of B. Dunstan.