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Percy Ignatius Weasley (youngestmformev) wrote in pandorarpg,

The kettle boiled and he spelled his tea to prepare itself. The sausages were nearly done, and the eggs were scrambling themselves quite nicely.

"The idea of cancelling the gala was toyed with briefly," he admitted, enjoying the opportunity to discuss some of the inner workings of the Ministry, "but it was decided that firstly it's too late considering all the arrangements that have been made, and secondly that cancelling would only bring more attention to the situation, and perhaps give the impression that there is something to hide." He sighed. "One of the reasons the gala is being held at all is because of the recent history of the Ministry, and it's an effort to improve relations with the public, etcetera etcetera."

He did hold back a chuckle at the theory she'd posited as to the means of death. "To my knowledge, there were no office supplies involved," he replied with a smile. "I haven't heard any update from St. Mungo's as of yet, but the DMLE is looking into it."

There, the plates were flown out, the food placed upon them - and there, the toast popped at exactly the right time, and a spelled knife buttered them just so. Within moments, two plates of scambled eggs, toast and sausage were deposited on the table, and Percy finally sat down opposite his guest. As the silverware settled upon the table, he picked up a fork and brought it to his eggs.

"It's nothing particularly fancy, but it should fill you up. If you need anything, please feel free to ask."