Percy didn’t mind being rushed through the commons and up to the dorm. When they moved into the room, Percy perched himself on one of the unused beds. While Justin spoke, he watched him. He could honestly say he’d never noticed the man before, but he wasn’t an unattractive man, nor was he the unfriendly sort. Though, there was a part of him that had to question Justin’s judgement for asking a man he didn’t know to join him for a drink. He was lucky that Percy wasn’t a bad sort of person.
“I’ve never one to put a whole lot of trust into coincidence.” Percy said with a shrug, “And my brother, Charlie, was complaining that he’d run into a bout of particularly bad luck, so perhaps it was done by the same thing that caused this.” He suggested, gesturing to himself.
Percy frowned, he’d never been one to drink out of the bottle. He’d always done his best to be more refined, and impressive. Honestly, he just didn’t know how to relax enough to do that without being judged, though he’d come a long way in being more relaxed. Instead, he unsnapped a silver watch from his wrist, and after a quick cleaning charm, he transfigured it into a small, sturdy cup from which he could drink. “If you wouldn’t mind,” He said, holding out the cup to him.