In the process of scooting past, Percy backed as far as he could against the bookcase and was now adjusting his glasses, feeling just as awkward as Tracey. "I suppose that's the price we pay for having such a well-stocked book shop." He flashed a goofy grin before continuing. "I'm... well." His brow furrowed. There were things brewing in the Ministry that were becoming very... difficult... but he wasn't allowed to speak about them, employees had been charmed to prevent them from talking. "Work has been... the same." He shrugged, then tried to change the subject. "For Christmas we did a Secret Santa and somebody gave me a gift certificate for here I'm trying to make a decision, any suggestions?"