I'm really, really enjoying this fic -- especially how brutally honest they are, even Percy ("I couldn't ever do the things you've done. Nor would I steal.") Like everybody else, I loved the standoff in the last two lines.

(Also liked the way Percy feels imprisoned by that hex on the door -- and the way he traces the cracks on the ceiling with his eyes comes across as a habit he might have picked up in Azkaban. Maybe. Um) Just seems so resigned, though -- as if he's capable of marking time for years doing that. (And now I'm imagining him using that bottomless well of endurance with Snape. A kind of remote and untouchable patience.)
Blathering now, but really intrigued at the subtle changes that Askaban has made in Percy's personality!