Percy shook his head. "They need my signature, but we can transfer power to Shacklebolt for the time being, however last I saw him, he wasn't doing too well. So I'm not sure if he's even able to work. If not, Williamson can take over for the times being," he answered, and found that he was all right dealing with the woman as long as it was business, at least when she could manage to do it right.
He snorted at her edict. "This isn't some Muggle new age thing, Ms. Bones. Admitting a problem isn't going to solve it. Finding a cure will. Working through the problem is a necessity, and sometimes a pleasure, no more and no less."
Percy raised an eyebrow at Cass. "You came here, because of your need to bother me. You weren't admitting anything when I sent you home." He looked at Bones. "I'll write Tiberius, he can get into the house, and take Plato with him and send Hermes to Ginny. No one else will be able to get into the house."