"Hmmm I suppose so," Hyperion agreed, pursing his lips thoughtfully for a moment. "Of course now I'm imagining you turning up to a family function in a canary yellow suit and a pink kilt like some sort of pureblood with no idea of how Muggle fashion works."
He chuckled lightly at Percy's expression at the mention of interbreeding, and even more at his reaction to Hyperion's pretend egotism. "I know right, it's why all the lads and lasses fall at my feet."
"Thank you," he replied with a smile and a nod. "The nomination has the added bonus of annoying my mother who will have a few days of side eye over whether the appointment was nepotistic in nature, which is always a great deal of fun for me." He sipped his coffee and put it down, leaning forward with a would-be confused expression on his face. "I can manage aplomb, but I have no idea what this 'fairness' is and what it has to do with the Wizengamot," he quipped.
"As for Pandora, well she didn't try and kill me - which given she was a Death Eater is quite impressive really. Also no parsnip, although that would require her and I being able to stomach being in the room for one another long enough to eat. She hates me because I violently disagree with all her dark prejudices and I can't understand how the sister I grew up with turned into what she did, so... Still it was fine." He cleared his throat and took a long sip of his coffee. "What about you then?"