Accepting the prescription from Sarah rather sheepishly, Percy hopped down from the examination table. He suspected she knew exactly how he'd come to ingest scurvy-grass and lovage, and appreciated her discretion.
"What you said before," he said hurriedly, not looking at her as he deposited the prescription among his work things. His voice was as soft as a murmur in another room might've been. "About the Ministry. You're right."
Percy looked up, the ghost of a smile on his lips.