And there was a time when anticipating the arrival of Lucius Malfoy would have meant nervous pacing, straightening of his desk, fidgetting, trying to rehearse words that were properly respectful and yet not obsequious. Percy walked a lot of fine lines in his job, but with Malfoy there was the compounded family history making it even more complicated. Dealing with Malfoy had meant staying on his toes.
Luckily, matters were different, and the inked-in note reminding him that Mr. Lucius Malfoy was due by today to collect one (1) burnished silver jewelry box was just one of a dozen things he had to juggle.
Percy did not, therefore, immediately leap to his feet and run to the door when the knock came. He didn't even think about who his visitor might be until he called for them to come in. Another report being delivered, no doubt. Another department head come to demand their budget be stretched, or another bloody auror coming around to call him some uncreative yet undoubtedly profane name for seizing one (1) burnished silver jewelry box in the first place.
He didn't look up, even when he heard the door open. His work continued, the budgets and name-calling were hardly dents in his schedule.