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Percy nodded, the name sounding familiar but only in the way so many names were familiar in a closed in society. Nothing particularly reviling was triggered at the moment in his memory, so he relaxed slightly - only time would tell if the man could be truly trusted around Percy's daughter.
"Well, Mister Goyle, I hope your employment for my brother works out. It takes a particular temperament to deal with the type of clientele that is drawn toward the joke shop."
And speaking of temperament, Lucy took advantage of a moment of Percy's inattention to slip from his grip and sprint down an aisle. Percy tried to follow but she was smaller and more maneuverable, and by the time he got to her, she'd already stuffed a canary cream into her mouth. He groaned as she started sprouting yellow feathers, giggling all the while.
"I hope George taught you the remedy for the canary creams!" he shouted to Goyle, picking up his own canary and carrying her to the front counter. "He refuses to show me so he can keep slipping them to me when I'm not paying attention. And to her too, though she doesn't need any encouragement from him. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she was aiming to be a Hufflepuff."