"I don't know," Percy muttered, trying to keep his frustration from his features. This was his Ministry, the very compass by which he had charted the course of his life. How was it that now he felt that he, like Penny, ought to turn and run in the opposite direction?
"I wish I had more to tell you, but I don't." He looked away stiffly, swallowing another hasty sip of water. "I'm sorry."