Susan did find his hands on her shoulders just a little relaxing, although she turned and gave him an odd look at his attitude.
"Oh no," she shook her head. "You can't tell me that this isn't the worst thing possible. Aunt Amelia always said that trouble followed in Dolores Umbridge's wake, and after Hogwarts, how can you think it doesn't?"
"Right now the giant squid in the lake would make a better minister than she would! Can't you see?" She was so tense, and venting her frustration wasn't really making her relax, even as she did move away to make some tea, slapping a tin of home made biscuits on the table.
She relented on his last point. "True, true. What does he think of her?"