Percy had gone to the shop to get another empty journal for his studies, he could write notes and journals and the like. He was getting rather proud of his abilities actually, being self taught as he was. He had gone in and come out within moments, and as he thought about what else he had to do, he wasn’t expecting anyone else to speak to him. He’d been spending so much time by himself lately that it actually almost startled him.
He adjusted his glasses and tried to smile, but he had to admit that talking to Charlie mad him more nervous than speaking to his other siblings. Sure, he knew that Ron was still angry and bitter at him, but at least he could anticipate that. Charlie was less predictable, and in some ways, their interactions tended to be more volatile. He nodded at Charlie for a moment before finding his voice.
“Of course, Charles.” Percy said gently, putting the supplies he’d just bought away in a side satchel that he’d been carrying. “Congratulations. I’ve seen pictures of your son.” Percy said softly. He hadn’t visited, no, he hadn’t been entirely sure where he stood with Charlie after their last interaction, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t aware of what was going on within the family.