"Oh." Harry finished removing his Ministry robes and hung them on a vacant hook by the door. It sounded dumb, even to his own ears, but Harry didn't know what else to say. What did one say when one found out they were right about being watched by the Ministry for which they worked? "Well, that's just wonderful."
He followed Percy into the kitchen. "Thanks for telling me. I was starting to wonder if I'd been going mad. I have my Minisry-brewed coffee, thanks." It tasted like sour armpits, but it was caffeinated and therefore wanted.
"How are they treating you upstairs?", he couldn't help but ask, certain that if he was going through hell at the DMLE, a Weasley in the Minister's office couldn't be having a wonderful time either.