Percy was just on his way to– well, he wasn't entirely certain. After being led (forcefully so by his baggage) to the bungalow, and discovering he was sharing a room with Nymphadora Lupin (and how could that even be possible? The woman had been dead for years!) He was in a complete state of shock and letting his feet lead him forth in a daze of sorts.
Percy didn't know whether to think it was real or simply a very vivid dream or perhaps he was dead.. The possibilities were endless, and his mind was reeling with hypotheses, one after the other, that he hardly noticed where he was going until a very loud yell broke his concentration. Was he being yelled at?
He turned his head and looked up at the redheaded woman and for a split second, he thought it was Ginevra and his heart soared with relief only to plummet when he realised it wasn't his little sister. No.. they looked alike, but they were decidedly very different.
"I'm afraid I don't know," he replied, unsure if she was expecting an answer from him. "I wish I knew."