Bill could practically see the revulsion rolling through Percy's stomach. It was the same look everyone who looked at him, really looked at him, had. Everyone except Fleur. She still looked at him as if he were the most handsome bloke on Earth. And he loved her all the more for that.
"Right, work." He didn't bother to hold back his snort. "You could stop being such a wanker and come to my bloody wedding. Minister or not." Then he blinked. Where had that outburst come from?