"He IS," George pointed out, frowning. It wasn't like their dad hadn't tried to talk sense first. Maybe their dad got carried away, but Percy was faffing about at the ministry fetching tea and scones for the wankers there while there was a WAR starting up. It wasn't like he hadn't earned the title.
"Who'd want flying Puffs anyway? They'd probably just get into ceiling fans and pop themselves. What'd he tell you, anyway? You think dad's the one who sent him off now? He couldn't wait to run off."