"Good." Percy was very relived that Oliver had agreed to his suggestion without protest. "Do you think you could contact her and let her know our intentions? It won't be for some time, since Comet's still quite young, but even so." He looked down at the puppy in his lap and with a sigh, agreed, "Yes, he is", but in his mind, Percy was thinking about Oliver, Yes, you are.
Taking another sip of coffee and setting his cup aside upon the table, Percy's now free hands were able to gingerly lift the puppy up and cradle him upon his shoulder. "He's a good boy, when he's sleepy. But really, I don't want to make a habit out of this." Percy smiled to himself, though... it was nice to cuddle with the puppy.
"There were other such silly gossip, I'm sure," Percy said. He wondered how much gossip was generated when the two of them started living together, but he hadn't come across anything in the Quidditch books he'd read. "But nothing of consequence. I'd take it as a complement, if they thought your goal-keeping was so phenomenal that they suspected supernatural aid."