Didn’t ladies love dancing? Lissy and Cat had always insisted they did, but the lady’s glib comment had Percy chuckling. It was a refreshing point of view. “Indeed.” He commented with an amused shake of his head.

Her reaction was much unlike any other lady he’d met that he found himself quite believing her sincerity. “I assure you, Miss Jennings, the pleasure is all mine.” He bowed his head toward her before beginning to resume their walk. “I’m the Head of the Department of the Beast Division.” Percy admitted, realizing that his job was rather dull to talk about. “So, no, I don’t often find myself - ” How had she phrased it? “Chasing illegal sales to muggles. Typically I’m involved in the reports of such activities and the paperwork surrounding them.” He could feel the weight of his cane in his hand at such a comment - a constant reminder that he likely would never really return to the field. “It’s not particularly glamorous.”

“Although, I think my sisters are grateful for that.” He added after a moment, reflecting on the events that had led to his promotion. The troll, the leg injury, the cane. That, however, was not a subject he wished to discuss.

“If you don’t mind my prying, how is it that you live in Irvingly rather than London?” Percy found himself asking, rather desperate to change the topic from himself.