The door opened with no one behind it, and Morag couldn't detect any feel of passing through wards. The very idea horrified her, and she was almost crackling with anger as she firmly shut the front door and locked it, striding determinedly into the lounge.
'Have you lost your mind completely, Percy Weasley, opening your front door when you don't know who is out there???!!! she was screeching even before she entered the room. 'What are....' she began, only to stop as the fumes of alcohol hit her at the same time as the sight of Percy and Cass Vaisey entangled on the sofa, disheveled and drunk and....something else.
Vaguely, her mind pointed out this seemed to be the week for the universe hitting her upside the head and saying she didn't know as much as she thought she did. Morag didn't care for the universe, at the moment.
Her mouth snapped shut, and she stared, her eyes picking up details about their state of undress, and the familiarity with which their limbs had been entwined, and the slightly swollen look to their lips.
While she was a bit shocked at his choice as it seemed very un-Percy-like to get involved with a subordinate, Morag felt mostly....relieved. He wasn't alone. Since she'd begun seeing Antonin, Percy had been pulling away from her, and she'd worried about him without being able to do anything about it. Knowing that he had found someone to share any kind of closeness made her feel less guilty.
For the first time in a week, something came out of her that wasn't tinged with grief and anger as she teased, 'Well, boys, what are we doing?' It wasn't much of a smile, but it was more than she'd managed she Tiberius was killed. With a conspiratorial look, she planted herself in a chair and looked at them both.