Harry did his best to appear awake. That meant he was on his second cup of coffee and was looking almost a bit wide-eyed to compensate for the fact he could barely keep his eyes open. It wasn't that Percy was boring, exactly. Harry just hadn't slept well the night before. His latest assignment had kept him up until the wee hours and then he had to be up before dawn this morning.
He hid his yawn behind a pastry, refocusing as Percy mention Death Eater paroles. His eyes narrowed slightly. He didn't like the idea much, mostly because these wizards and witches had done so well to fool the masses before. He didn't think he could believe in their reform, or that their supposed good behavior meant they should be released. They would have to be watched very closely, but Harry wasn't sure that was really enough.
At least he had the gala to look forward to. He didn't have to work that night so he was planning to go and actually enjoy himself. He'd been working hard lately and felt he could use the recreation.