Percy had been at the Shack for about an hour. People never asked why he spent his nights there, and if they wondered, they never betrayed any feelings about it. He was pretty sure that most of the Aurors assumed that he didn't have a life out of the office and that was why he was here. In a way, they were right, and Percy was just fine with them believing that.
He started to read, like he always did. Books, reports, anything that Cass might be interested in. Sometimes, he told Cass about the office, and the hundreds of problems that crept up during the day. Talking made the time go faster and helped him decide what to do, so it was a win win situation. Listening to the Healers explain why there wasn't any real hope and how they should say their goodbyes wasn't as fun. Percy, with typical Weasley stubbornness, stopped listening, because according to them, Cass should have died days ago and yet they were still here, night after night. It was only a matter of time before Cass woke up.
"What?" Had he just heard his name? Because the fact that he believed and the fact that it was happening were much different. He put the book down on the chair as he stood up, and stepped closer. "Cass, are you awake?" he said, leaning down.