Percy nodded, swallowing quickly, "After the war, I thought, well, I suggested we start a division that made sure to offer people support. So many were isolated, with their wands and homes stolen by the DE under the guise of the Ministry. I thought we should offer them help to get their things back and it sort of turned into more than that, offering them medical supplies and even food items if they were home bound," and he paused, and looked at Dean, "She was greatly traumatized by the war. I only recently found out that the individual who was handling her case was doing an appalling job. He had not been to visit her, but had sent things via owl," and at this, Percy found himself almost glowering, looking into his plate, "She's been so alone, with her parents and few friends visiting, basically isolating and growing more and more intimidated by the rest of the world. She needs..," and his eyes were on the chocolate, not seeing it, "She needs to feel safe. To be able to walk outside and know she won't hurt anyone or they will not hurt her."
He blinked, coming back to the present and not the vision he had of her, in her house, her smiling, and he looked at Dean, trying not to color, "She's...well, she seems such a kind sort. I hate to think of her going through so much of this one her own."
He wasn't sure what else he could say, but then decided to try to get more from Dean, "Is she artistic, like you? I know she plays the piano. Do you know if she paints as well? Or reads? Or eat chocolate like this?" he added, glancing at the cake that was disappearing, and thinking of Ron.