"I would have to be stupid to accept that, and I'm not stupid. I'm also a lot more valuable behind a desk, over which I can sign paper to fire people, or at least make sure they stay behind their own desk until their observation skills are up to par." He had no such intention of course. Ginny was more than good and she would kill him regardless of his position if he tried.
Percy waved the suggestion with a hand. "I don't need Bones to do help. There are spells that make things go into boxes and I can shrink everything and bring it home in one trip. I'm sure there are plenty of spells dealing with the everyday things that you weren't taught, but I'm pretty good at them." It came with growing up with his mother around. "What about your father's desk? Does it have any magic that would interfere with a shrinking spell? Any magic that would kill me if I tried to move it?" Because he wouldn't put it past a Slytherin to have curses built in.