Percy was not happy, Morag decided, but she preferred angry to grieving, she thought. He told her it wasn't her business, to which she replied, 'Spoilsport!' Not that she really wanted details, of course, but she couldn't resist.
Vaisey stood and asked to speak to her. Morag felt something that might have been a giggle bubble up, and she was surprised. It was an odd feeling after the gloom and pain of the past week. She stretched her legs out in front of herself and slowly got up from the chair. 'I suppose,' she answered with a shrug.
She followed the Auror out of the room, trying not to grin at the way he swayed as he walked, finding herself wondering just how much they had drunk. More than a bottle, she decided.