Percy slowed his pace, his expression lightening as he walked through the door and down the aisle. Everywhere were glittery, shinny amazing gags and devices, spell bottles, and tricks. It was awe inspiring, the skill of his brothers, and Percy felt a small surge of pride as he looked at the items. His little brothers, those mischievous twins, had turned into quite the business men, and it made Percy feel pleased and immediately sad that they thought so little of him. Some of his steel came back to him, and he re-focused his attention on the main counter of the store, heading towards it and the red haired man with more purpose.
"Hello," he said, as he approached the counter, noting that Fred (he was certain it was Fred) was packing up some drawings of some kind, "I thought I'd pop round, you know, see if you two had time for a bit of a chat," Percy said, trying to sound unrushed and casual in his attitude, for fear someone might be spying on them. He rushed to add more to his greeting, "I hadn't had a chance to ask you if you had a good holiday," as he stopped at a foot or so from the counter and let his hands dropped to his side. He was ready to do this, of that he was certain, but he was still worried about taking these chances, a small internal part of him screaming at him to stop and just let things be. He internally snarled at that little voice to shut the hell up! Penny was the reason he was here, never mind sincerely wanting to make better amends with his brothers.