"No, I thought I'd show up twice today," Percy replied dryly. He was learning not to take everything Draco said to heart. He stepped through the door and walked over to the table, setting the tray down between two of the seats.
"How are you?" he asked, because he always started with an air of politeness, even if it didn't end up that way much of the time. Percy slid into one of the chairs and took the two teacups, pouring each one until it was about three quarters full, room for milk and sugar, and also so that the tea wouldn't slosh and spill.