"You might think so." It was clear that he didn't. "She was in charge and was given precise instructions that she either ignored or found a way around to annoy me. Either one, she's lucky she still has a job. One more game like this and she can go work in Bletchley's brothel since they get along so well."
Percy signed. "I don't mean them personally. They would have left their names spelled in fire. They don't go for subtle or masking their handywork, but if she was involved with them, it could have been another Death Eater. Or even something gone wrong. Until we can dismiss that hypothesis, we need to check. If we can pin it on a john, let Bones deal with it."
He shrugged. "I'm not interested in Bletchley. I'm more interested in not having him go up this office because not one, but two Aurors fucked up in less than a few months." He didn't even touch the rest. There was no point, because they'll never agree.