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Percy Ignatius Weasley (youngestmformev) wrote in pandorarpg,

Percy's stony facade slipped a little, as he had so often felt the same way himself. There was so little peace and quiet at the Burrow, and especially now, with all the well-wishers and mourners, he could imagine how difficult it must be for his sister.

He threw the pinch of powder into the floo and within moments they were stepping out of the fireplace at Percy's flat. It wasn't anything extraordinary, but it was clean and quiet.

"See, no crowds," he said, his voice somewhat gentled from before... at least until he remembered why she was there in the first place, in which case his anger flared. As they were no longer at the Ministry, he wasn't so apt to hide it - though he would never completely give into it as he once had, the day he had fought with his father.

"Sit down. I'll get us some food and tea, and then you'll explain to me what the bloody hell happened this morning."