As Percy stormed his way through the castle down to the Entrance Hall, ready to blast apart anything or anyone who stood in his way, he didn't know who to be more infuriated at: Oliver or Angelina. His whole body was shaking with raw anger and nerves. A fist was clenched around his wand.
The hot Weasley temper? Yes, Percival occasionally had a case of it when he was driven to his breaking point. Thanks to the combined efforts of Oliver and Angelina, he had reached it.
Red flashed before his eyes when he heard Angelina's voice echo in the chambers of the entrance. She wouldn't have Fred tell him, Oliver's boyfriend, that she, Oliver's best friend (a very questionable choice in his opinion), was idiotically going after Oliver, who might be in the company of a murderous Death Eater and a merciless werewolf, without magic? Percy was astounded by her lack of sense.
"Are you completely mental?" Percy snapped breathlessly when he turned into the hall. "You're not leaving this castle and getting yourself killed as well!"