The news of Grindelwald's return had reached Percy's ears by mid-morning on Tuesday. He had cleared his schedule except for the most necessary of meetings, and then he had gotten every book, scroll, report, and newspaper clipping on Grindelwald from the Ministry library and read them (well what he could fit into a day). The Continent was going to explode with fury; he needed to be ready for it.
He had burned the midnight oil the two nights since, because he had to return his normal work schedule on Wednesday: reports on inferior cauldron materials waited for no wizard. Although they would if he had managed to hire a new senior undersecretary for cauldron affairs in the three months since the last one retired.
But today was Thursday. And it was time to meet with the Minister. He had given her time to do her own researching and consulting, but with the shadow conference on the giants coming up next week he needed to be ready for the Grindelwald outrage, which meant having a conversation with Narcissa as to the Ministry's official position.
"Madame Minister," Percy returned the smile. "It seems one megalomaniac-returned-from-the-dead just wasn't enough for us. I am quite grateful that the press has been none the wiser."