Charlie's banter only made it worse for Percy - if it wasn't bad enough to have mum gushing over him, to have his elder brother begging as well. It made him feel even more like a heel, and then he flipped it around into resentment. He took a seat at the table... the space that had always been reserved for him... even his old chair was there, waiting. Percy ruefully had imagined that it would've been burned by now, the same way some Pureblood families blasted names off their Family Tree Tapestries.
"I'm not very hungry," he muttered again, and it was true - whenever he became upset, he lost his appetite. Hearing that Arthur was still at work was actually a relief... he sure as hell didn't want to deal with the stress of having him around. He looked down at the meal Molly prepared and noticed it was his favorite, but now he was thinking about his sister.
"Ginny..." The last time he saw her, she was... what? Thirteen? "She's turning seventeen this year?"