The first thing that struck him was how very pretty she was. It was also the second and third thing that went through his mind as he stood stock still on her doorstep. He swallowed, and instinctively put both items in his left hand so that he could extend his right to her to shake, "Hello, Ms. Brown. I am Percy Weasley and I believe you are expecting me," he said as a way of an introduction. Realizing that she had been standing with the door open, he moved inside, and stood to the side so that she could shut the door.
He paused, his briefcase in one hand, and the bright purple bag back in his other as he waited politely for her to show him in further. The space was charming. It was very neat and organized and surprisingly welcoming. Glancing about, he spied the corner of the piano, "I hope I am not too late. I was actually delayed, loitering on your door step. It was the music," he said as he turned his own eyes to her blue ones, "It was too beautiful to interrupt. You play marvelously Ms. Brown. Have you played for a long while."
He let his words linger there, giving her time to answer if she so decided. He didn't want her to feel pressured; there was something very important about being sure Lavender felt comfortable with him here, in her home. He knew she didn't have many visitors from the Ministry, and he was determined to make her feel at ease.