Percy shook his head. It had been a miserable morning and a guilt-ridden afternoon, and even Penny and a good dinner wasn't enough to make him forget it. The mere fact that he was one of the last people to see those poor people before they were carted off to jail was awful, and he felt awful for it.
"Oh, it's nothing," he said, dismissing her thanks with a wave of his hand. "I ran into my sister-in-law the other day, in Diagon," he began, opening the containers and passing them to her. "Fleur Delacour. She's a Weasley now, of course. Married Bill. Anyway, she told me she knew people who might be able to help us. You. They have a place you can stay for a while."
Not that it wouldn't make him sad to see her go, but he wanted her safe.