Who: Percy Weasley and Oliver Wood What: Bros drinking. Where: Percy’s flat When: Sunday, Sept 4th, evening.
Percy wasn’t exactly the type of person who was considered comforting, or affectionate, but he didn’t like to see people he cared about hurt in anyway. He knew, often times, that he was the cause of many of their suffering, and he was working on that. But when someone else hurt his friends, honestly the only two friends that Percy had, he tended to wanted to do something to fix it.
In this case, all he could do was provide alcohol, and a place for Oliver to vent if he needed to. But in his head, he was already thinking about how to make the message clear that he was not fond of Benjy. While Percy did his best to maintain professional, and he would be expected to as Miniser, he knew that he could do a number of things to make his job even harder on him. It was what he’d been considering when there came a knock at the door.
Percy quickly poured two small glasses of scotch, and greeted Oliver at the door with one. “Here you are, mate.”