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While not a connoisseur by any means, Percy could appreciate a fine piece of art. When he was younger, he used to imagine what sorts of pieces he would buy for his office when he became Minister for Magic, though lately the extent of his new pieces tended to be the scribblings of a five year old.
The wonderful thing about art was that it was not only beautiful but held meaning, and as Percy walked around the space, he saw many potential Christmas gifts in front of him. He was considering buying Contemplation as a gift for his mother and Structure for Lucy, but at the moment, he was frozen before Yearning. It spoke to something inside of him, something he wouldn't acknowledge but was there nevertheless: a memory of himself one Christmas night, stood outside the Burrow and looking inside to a dinner he wasn't part of, just moments before Minister Scrimgeour patted him on the shoulder and told him to lead the way inside. He could still feel the mashed parsnips dripping down his cheek.