It was a nightmare. With the Death Eaters having escaped from Azkaban, and an employee being killed, the Minister's office was busier than ever with inquiries and requests for interviews. It was almost too much for Percy.
He was doing everything he could to keep things running as smoothly as possible. That meant he was working late nights and early mornings - in fact, Percy was often the first person into the building and the last one out, aside from the occasional overnight workers. It was taking its toll, but he would do anything to make sure the Minister was happy and that he kept his job.
On one such morning, he had arrived at 5am to finish filing some paperwork, and by 8am was finally taking his first break, wandering to the lobby to pretend he was arriving with everyone else. The dark circles under his eyes said otherwise, though.
He tried to blend in with the crowd, carrying a coffee cup (and a second one for the Minister). It worked, for the most part, until he swerved to avoid someone and both coffees ended up all over his robes.
"Fantastic!" he blurted out, groaning loudly.