"Percy Weasley," Antonin said slowly. "The paper-shuffling anal retentive that Tiberius Ogden brought on board because Morag was too busy doing the real work of what is left of that office. I know Morag almost worships Ogden, but I do believe the dear old man is growing senile. What was he thinking?"
Shaking his head, Antonin went on, "Having Mr. Percy think you wouldn't be a good Auror is almost a compliment, as far as I am concerned. I have little use for the Aurors, or the Order of the Phoenix, and even less use for Percy Weasley."
"If you need a job, come to work for me. I pay better, the working conditions are better, training is better, and hopefully, you won't feel the need to hate your employer."