"Don't go too fast," Percy answered, knowing that the only way Cass would get there first was if Percy took his time, and he did. He really didn't want to go upstairs and start an argument about Pansy Parkinson and frivolous gifts that should never be given nor accepted.
He waited until he heard Cass clear the stairway, and finally cast a spell to move all the food at once. When he got upstairs, it took some rearranging on his night stand, but he was able to fit everything, although he wasn't even sure they'd even get to the food. He suddenly wasn't hungry anymore.
He took his robes off. There was no magic cast on them, and they were as nice as he ever allowed his clothes to be, which meant simple and classy and durable, relatively expensive, but not overly so. Mostly importantly, he had bought them themselves, and it would be a cold day in hell before he let anyone clothe him. He still didn't like the fact that Cass was allowing it for himself when there wasn't even an occasion for it.
Percy took the rest of his clothes off as well, and then got in bed. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't realise that he hadn't said a word since he got upstairs.