It was a rather nice Sunday morning, and while it still felt like it was far too early to be up, Percy had found himself walking down the streets of London. Work had been slow lately, and as he had had little to nothing interesting to write in months, he spent most of his time proofing and editing other people's work. It wasn't that he disliked being a kind of editor, after all, that was what he was working toward. The problem was that he still wasn't taken very seriously, simply for being a Weasley.
Stupid, he thought as he walked right by the display of a bakery that he had never noticed before. As a single man in the city, Percy was known to enjoy his meals out, when he had them that is. Home meals consisted of tuna sandwiches or whatever else was simply on hand. Through the window he spied all sorts of pastries, and the eclairs...
Before Percy could stop himself he was entering the bakery. He took a place in line, luckily it was still early enough for it to be slow. He would be able to mull over his choices as he stepped towards the person who was taking orders.