The hand on the clock that belonged to him was poised diligently over the word 'work'. It slowly shifted, first from 'travelling', and then resting among other family members' on the word 'home'. Percy Weasley packed his belongings into a trunk, purging the room of any trace of him. He gazed back at the clock, knowing that his hand would never move to that spot again. The back door clicked softly shut behind him as he turned his back on his family. Percy Weasley's hand lay finally at 'lost'.