Percy waited for more after Gray said she'd read the announcement, but she indulged him with no more information. Instead, she began to talk about the cafeteria's menu. He sighed internally. He wasn't even good at getting gossip when he was trying. How did people do this sort of thing?
"The chicken salad isn't bad," he told her. "Much better than the spag bol concoction they make. My favorite is the apple crumble and custard, but I'm not sure that's being offered today."
He resigned himelf to idle chitchat about food. Possibly he should bring up the state of the 'weather' and see if the janitors were treating the Aurors more kindly than him. It'd been storming outside his window for the past two days, and he couldn't help but wonder if it was Minister Thicknesse's fault.