“Sorry.” Percy found himself mumbling as Justin topped off his glass. Justin had a point after all. “I believe you were the one who pointed out that the situation could be worse.” He said, a hint of a joke behind his lips. “As far as faces go, Draco’s isn’t the worst one to be wearing. A bit too pale, maybe, it doesn’t give his hair the pop that it deserves.” He smirked then, and took a sip.
“You never stop loving your family, I think, no matter who angry you get with them.” Percy said thoughtfully, “but forcing things with your mother would likely only make things more strained.” It was something he could definitely apply to his own situation, he’d been trying to be patient with Ron after all.