Morag rolled her eyes. 'Well, I hope you will bring it to my attention first,' she told him. 'I would really prefer to avoid risking him in any way! If we can't work it out, then you can resign, but he's important to me, too, both as the head of the Aurors and as a friend!'
She had decided to ignore the fact that she had initially worried about Percy heading up the Aurors. She hadn't been sure how his fetishes for regulations and endless paperwork would go over with that group. But now, he was the only thing keeping that branch away from Umbridge, and her tune had changed. So much so that she wasn't even going to admit her initial doubts.
Morag was surprised by Vaisey's explanation, particularly the part about his courtesy. Most people found Antonin's Old World ways far more formal than they considered necessary in Britain. 'Oh, my,' she remarked, frowning. 'Compared you to your grandfather?' That made no sense at all because Antonin had told her the man was the worst sort of hidebound old fossil more concerned with blood purity than managing his businesses. 'Could you have misunderstood?' she asked. 'From what little he's said about your grandfather....well, he has to know you're nothing like that!'
She bit her lip. 'Now, he probably did indeed say something Percy would take as insulting. Most people see him as rather stiff and overly fussy about things. Antonin is determined to get through that shell, but,' she shook her head slowly, 'they have wildly different personalities. Antonin knows he has to have a sense of humor in there somewhere, and he thinks he might get Percy to unbend a bit, but....' She made a face. 'That's probably my fault, really, because he wouldn't even be trying if it weren't for him knowing I consider Percy my closest friend since Tibby died. He's trying to get to know him better. And rather crashing and burning, don't you think? I think he is, rather spectacularly.' Her face screwed up even more. 'I'll talk to him,' she promised. 'Again....'