Percy prepared a mug of tea, using bags as a quick fix as opposed to seeping loose-leaf. The expression on his face while he added the sugar would've made one think Percy was grumpy about the action, when actually he was serious about the conversation at hand. He picked up his mug and walked to the opposite end of the room, where a dining nook was set up with small table and a pair of chairs. Instead of sitting, however, Percy remained standing, staring out the window at the street below, wondering if Harry had been followed here and if so, could he spot the spy?
"About as wonderful as you being followed," Percy replied before taking a sip of his tea. "I'm treated like a pariah, though I've done everything I've supposed to. If Minister Diggory has something against you, then that's it. You're ostracized. Speaking with you is perhaps another nail in my proverbial coffin." His voice was as bitter as Harry's coffee. "No, you're not mad. You're one of the few sane ones.