Percy frowned and watched carefully as Justin got unsteadily to his feet, ready to do something should the younger man lose his footing. He could only imagine what the other boy had been through, being forced into Azkaban only to come home to that sort of news, that situation. “I’m truly sorry for your lose. Grief… it does strange things to people, her blame is misplaced and over time… over time I’m sure your mother will come to see that.”
“Thank you.” Percy couldn’t help but shift just a bit to look over at Justin as he was looking at him. His comments brought a slight smile to his face as he licked his lips. “Oh? And what will happen if I follow through on getting ahold of you when I’ve got my body back?” He asked with raised eyebrows.