There should be a law against sending horrible letters that made you spit your tea onto your robes, Dolores thought angrily as she dabbed the liquid off the front of her pink robes, her heart hammering in her chest.
The Head of the Auror department. A homosexual???? It was disgraceful, dreadful, appalling! How could he be expected to run the office? Did he make moves on his Aurors as a regular occurrence? She shuddered, deciding at once to conduct an investigation into his behaviour.
As he'd pointed out, she could not move on his decisions as head of the department, but surely if there was a clear breach of regulation she could act. Get him out of that office and replace him with someone better suited. Someone with a wife. And proper views. Dreadful man!
If she hadn't decided before, she did so now. If she couldn't find a way to replace Percy Weasley legally, she would just have to make sure that he was unable to carry out his job somehow else. Somehow not connected to her of course. Like the Dementors that had attacked Harry Potter when he was a young boy. Too bad they had not succeeded in their task, or that they were no longer under her influence. It was more important than ever to settle this matter. And quickly. She shuddered.