Percy lit up at the mention of the wizarding museum. "There is, in Tutshill. I take Lucy there often, though I wouldn't recommend the Harry Potter exhibit - it's full of questionable information from Rita Skeeter of all people. But... it would be nice for us to have company as well."
His face grew tight. He wasn't proud of his history with his family, but it was there, unescapable. "My parents are all right with it - my mother will be helping to educate Lucy while I'm away in the Muggle world. My siblings, well, they'll hear of it eventually." He didn't mean to sound callous, but it wasn't something he was ready to discuss at the moment.
Percy was about to respond on the subject of her work when a representative from the Arms came over to call them to the next item on their 'prize's' agenda, which happened to be the massage. He blushed but tried to put on his best I'm game face for Lisa's benefit. "Shall we?" he asked.