Morag just looked at him, her eyes saying he was far too smart to be so stupid. 'Unfortunately, time will prove me right. At least you're both pureblood, and hopefully, she'll remember that Percy worked for Fudge at the same time that she did. She won't have a fond memory for the rest of his family, I'm sure....'
She shrugged. 'Working for me does not necessarily mean working for my husband. If it comes down to it, come see me. Or owl me, if you don't want to run into Antonin. Someone with fighting skill who has no love for the Death Eaters? I can find a place for you,' she assured him.