Again, Morag could only stare incredulously, not able to believe that Antonin could even think such a thing. Talk about justification....
'Antonin, you and I both know that Rab doesn't scratch his arse without checking with his brother first! He couldn't strategize his way out of a paper bag with the top left open!'
And that he attacked Percy just sent her over the edge. 'Hey! That's my friend you're talking about!' she said, her very being almost crackling with electricity. 'And he may be a little hung up on procedure and paperwork, but he is honestly trying to improve things, and they're certainly not any worse than they were before he got there!' she pointed out. Loudly.
Morag was seriously becoming worried about the blind eye that Antonin was throwing towards Rodolphus Lestrange, all of a sudden. 'Are you imperius-ed?' she asked. 'Maybe I should ask Anthony to check you out.....'
She shook her head. 'The next thing you'll tell me is that ole' Moldypants was maligned and not really such a bad guy....'