Percy looked at him and couldn't help but be amused. "Yes. I grew up in a house of nine hundred children," he said dryly. "We don't look any more alike than you look like every blonde haired person in the world. Save for the twins, of course. And my siblings are not stupid. They're quite intelligent actually." The twins had opened a very successful shop, Bill had an excellent job as a Cursebreaker, Charlie had his work with dragons and Ron and Ginny... well they were still young.
He couldn't refute the ignored part though. Or rather, the overlooked part, because he had been the quiet one in a house of chaos.
"And I knew what I was going to do, career wise before I finished school, so no, that's not right either." He stepped through the door, against his better judgement, and shut the door behind himself. "I could make my own assessment of you, you know. And it would likely be just as ridiculous."
His arms went out to the other as he fell, to keep him upright. Or at least at a slant, leaning on him. "I don't think you need any more to drink," he observed.