#25518 by Percy Weasley
Well, the last couple of days had been extremely awkward. Ever since the Minister had come face to face with You-Know-You, Percy's life had flipped upside down. Suddenly, he had to admit that the Minister he had been supporting for an entire year, at the cost of losing his family, had been wrong. That You-Know-Who was indeed back. That Dumbledore had been right. In the Ministry shakeup, Percy had managed to fly under the radar, since technically he had only been following orders, but that didn't stop Dumbledore's supporters from looking down at him.
So he had, against all reason and judgement, been avoiding work. Somehow, he had a good number of sick days stockpiled, so he had cashed in on a couple and was on his third day straight of staying home, trying to sort out his life, and trying to figure out if he should be reaching out to his family or not. He didn't know. But he had run out of quills (and journals), so he had to make an emergency trip to Diagon Alley.
As Percy made his way down the street, he glanced around, keeping to himself. Things were a mess, and he didn't know how to fix them.
After buying a bundle of fresh quills and a couple of dragonhide journals (gosh he missed Charlie), he decided to stop at Florean Fortescue's for some ice cream. Maybe that would calm his nerves.