There was a bit of relief on Percy's face when Fred seemed genuinely happy for him. He'd been concerned, slightly, that Fred would be upset about this, as Percy still felt like he should be blamed for Fred's death, and he thought Fred should have the same apprehension. But he smiled, "Yeah. I just... made my first address to the Wizengamot today. I mean, it doesn't feel real, I've sat in on so many of them, it... it doesn't feel like it's really me up there? you know?" He chuckled a little and carded his hand through his hair.
"Not a whole lot, just running for Minister, it's taken as much time as one would expect." As Fred stepped forward, Percy noticed... just the slightest bit of color to him. His eyebrows knitted and he reached out, and he placed a hand solidly on his brother. Solid. His brother was... almost unghostlike. He blinked and stepped back. "Is that... what is going on?"