All anyone had been able to talk about at the Ministry, or even socially, it seemed was the upcoming election. The event was four months out and already Percy was thoroughly sick of it. He just wanted it done and over with so he could get back to work in peace. So when the butler announced that Quin was there Percy was eager for the change in topic.

He'd settled them in to the chairs in the library and plied Quin with a glass of firewhiskey. "How is the future Mrs. Honeyduke?" He asked with a grin. He didn't know the young Miss Potts well, but was glad to see that Quin was finally settling down. It turned out that marriage made him a softy in this regard. He had hated writing to break the news to Felicity, but she had seemed genuinely happy for Quin when Percy had recieved her response, so Percy hadn't dwelled on the matter. There would always be history there, but that was between the two of them, Percy was much more content to simply be happy for them each respectively as long as they were happy too.

Quincey Honeyduke