“charlie, my boy!”
despite almost being knocked off his feet by the force of the hug, he wraps his arms around his second eldest in a warm embrace.
“when the devil did you get back from romania!?”
he’s almost on the verge of tears, holding the muggle-brand chocolate as if it were a baby.
percy sure knew how to impress. as for the drink, he’ll 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 say no to that.