Percy grinned. "You know that there are permanent privacy spells around this office, do you not? And if you didn't know, it's a little late to worry after all the times you've waltz in to flirt."
He picked up the notice, but before he had a chance to read it, Cass' lips where on his. "This is not professional," he said, but didn't move away. Instead his hand settled on Cass' thigh as he looked at the notice. "Bunch of idiots, if you ask me. Not really a smart way to achieve pureblood supremacy when you go around killing said purebloods," he remarked. "Then again, they aren't that intelligent. In fact, they are a bunch of lunatics." He sighed and looked at Cass. "What would you like to talk about? You know in the five minutes we have before someone comes in here."