Minerva stifled a chuckle when he almost swore. "I'm sure I won't suddenly faint and die if a nasty word escapes your lips, Mr Weasley," she said with a smile.
"I'll see what intelligence we can get, but information isn't flowing the way we all want it to," she said with reluctance. "I'll do what I can, and pass it on."
He seemed to hesitate about something, and she tried to get him to relax. "How is Miss Granger?" she asked. "And what about Mr Potter? I haven't seen either of them in so long, and if you tell me you haven't seen either of them, I'll refuse to believe you. The three of you are as thick as thieves."