"I've been well enough," Percy answered honestly. Aside from the limited magic and the sunburns, he couldn't complain about much. He had family and friends on the island. Fred no longer hated him. What more could he ask for?
Well. He could ask for Adrian Pucey to stop his pestering and crudeness. He would have also asked for his pesky baggage to go away and stop bothering him about absurd things, but realistically, he knew he couldn't do that.
"Only on my birthday will I allow a fuss to be made over me," he said, shaking his head at her gentle admonishment. "Or when I become Minister," Percy added, only joking.