The paper upon which Percy had jotted down Bill's phone number was in his fidgeting hands. He'd gotten the number from Ginny, when they met the other day. Sitting upon the bed of his hotel room, Percy had worked up the guts to actually call.
>>You know how you used to call your parents if something happened to your clothes at school, and they'd drop off new ones? >>Uh, could you bring me a pair of riding pants please?