That familiar, demanding voice made Percy smile, and made him warm up a bit inside. Setting down the quill he had been writing with, he pushed the chair back and slipped down to the floor until he was standing, and went to the kitchen door and out into the hallway.
"I'm in the kitchen," he replied, letting his voice travel. "What do you want to drink? Something harder than tea, I presume?" And fortunately, Draco had a very well stocked liquor cabinet.