The words urgent nature brought anxious snitches flying about in Percy's stomach. Some of his worst fears were being realized, and he was doing his best to remain outwardly calm and collected.
"One doesn't enter the political arena without expecting to make enemies of some sort," he blustered, though realistically he figured he hadn't been the main target. That would have been the people around him, such as his family and Mr. Crouch and the Ministers he had worked for.