Percy's instincts tugged at him the moment the door opened. It was easy to detect without even lifting his head that it wasn't a droning department head or blustering auror that had entered.
Still, an unfinished thought was the first sign of a disorganized mind, so he finished his sentence on the report he was about to return to the Department of Mysteries, again, to be corrected and re-submitted.
That voice, though, caught his focus. He looked up, blinking through his glasses at Malfoy.
"Excuse me, Mr. Malfoy, but one of the middle what?"
Being so instantly regarded and dismissed as Weasley - an anonymous Weasley, a middle Weasley - made his spine stiffen, but he stood to grant his visitor his full attention.
"Please come in, sir. There are forms you'll need to sign to formally reclaim your possession. Just give me a moment to...ah." He effeciently tugged a thin stack of parchments from under a couple more unread and no doubt wretchedly-written reports.
He gestured to the chair in front of his desk. Malfoy didn't carry the weight he once did - not in the Ministry, and seemingly not anywhere else - but Percy was nothing if not formal. Polite, even, though of course his demonstration of manners towards Lucius Malfoy would just get him thrown that much further out of his family.