"No, not the kid, Cass. He's got a name, he's your son... he's not- Whatever you want." Percy raised his hands in surrender. This was the first time they were actually disagreeing on something. Even after he saw Cass with that Muggle, there wasn't a fight; Percy had simply chosen to go away and avoid any discussion, and now he was doing the same, except that he couldn't bring himself to do it.
"No, actually, no whatever you want. This is a child, your child. You don't get to make him and then say you don't know how to deal with it. My parents didn't know how to deal with me. Too perfect, too quiet, too different, it was all good when I got the grades, but they never did anything for me, they happily turned their backs on me when I didn't buy into the hero worshipping of Dumbledore, and you know what? It's not all right; it's never all right."
Percy tapped his foot, trying to calm down, but it wasn't easy. "I don't like kids. They are dirty, messy, unruly. I also would never treat a child like my parents treated me just because he's different from me. Of course, we're talking about 'we'."