Even Weasley women by marriage had a rather frightening glare, Percy realized, but thought better to make any assumptions about Bill regarding that little fact.
He had not been aware of two of those three things, but he didn't go around shouting You-Know-Who's name from the tops of buildings, either. "I don't speak his name," he said flatly. "And I'm sorry about Moody. I figured something must have happened - I've only known one person with an eye like his. But so you know, it's gone. It was stolen from the Ministry a couple weeks ago."
Bristling when she called him a pompous idiot, he decided that it was, perhaps, time for him to leave. He didn't know what to think when she began talking about Bill, but shook his head vigorously. "It's no excuse," he maintained. "Not for me, and not for them."
He refrained from rolling his eyes skyward when she talked about their affiliations being correct; that had already been established. "I've already made my thoughts on that matter clear, haven't I?" he asked. "I'm assuming that's why you dragged me in here with you in the first place."
"I am the man who I can be," he said, a little lamely. "Not everyone sees it that way, but I don't have time to waste convincing them otherwise." He sighed and shifted his weight, not sure what to do. This was not a conversation he'd intended on having this afternoon, if ever. "I don't understand, Fleur. What do you want to be my ally for? To help me back into the family?" The very idea caused a pained expression to flicker over his face.