Finding clean robes were easy enough. Finding clean robes which didn't remind him of Percy was harder.
Especially when he caught a glance of himself in the mirror and noticed that the clean robes he'd tossed on was the ones Percy had bought him for Christmas.
It took minutes before he could manage to gather enough wit to put another set of robes on.
Once he was finally dressed and enough charms were cast to keep him from looking like someone who'd wallowed for the last week, he stepped outside, forcing a casual smile on his face as he flew across town, landing just in front of the door.
Taking a deep breath, he finally knocked on the door, hoping to get out of here sooner rather than later, back to his miserable flat and a bed he'd never shared with Percy.