"That's not true, father! Minister Fudge would never, ever use me as a spy for Dumbledore!" Percy pompously thundered, smashing his fist on the table.
"You just look up to that Fudge because you want to be Minister yourself! The naked truth is he's been covering up You-Know-Who's return together with the Daily Prophet! What's good in that, huh?!" Arthur roared, his once kindly face now contorted in anger.
"You're saying that because you haven't been promoted in decades! You want to drag me down and not succeed because you didn't!" Percy fumed, standing up from his seat.
"Percy Ignatius Weas-" Molly stared to scold him, but the other children did something better.
That night, Percy left with all of his belongings and some mashed parsnips all over his glasses.