Percy snorted. "I suppose that's true unless we're talking about you. I hope your friends aren't like you, or we'll get a lot of kissing and very little donating." Only a woman could come up with something like that. "Please inform her that if one of those arrows hits me, then I'll have to arrest her forever."
He scratched his head. "So some kind of blood thinner. Talk to Malfoy or Snape, if there is anyone who can come up with potions that could do that, they can. Maybe if we can figure out what she was drinking, we can figure out who was supplying her."
He sighed. "No, I told that idiot to talk to Bletchley and ask for his help. Help! See what he says, though when he comes back. For the record, idiotic people who can't follow instructions have to kiss his arse, and then have to leave him alone. Anyone who can get him to co-operate, so we can effectively cross him off based on physical evidence as opposed to her dubious conjecture. I agree he didn't do it, though. You know what? Nevermind. I'll ask him myself at the benefit. At least I'll know the job is being done right."