Percy looked back down at his plate at the mention of the dreams, and unconsciously moved to rub his neck where the spot had shown up. He quickly caught himself at it and moved his hand back to his lap.
"Well, there is no excuse for zombiism at work," he insisted with his usual pomposity to cover up his true feelings on the matter. Also, he himself had not allowed it to overly affect his work. Just his non-working time.
"I'm certain you will be able to help, as the department can always use intelligent employees such as yourself. If you need any assistance in your transfer, then you have but to ask."
He quickly averted the subject from his own welfar, not fully in the proper mindset where he'd be able to obfuscate properly. "I do believe Mum has truly outdone herself with these potatoes."