Xavier raised both brows. "Informing? How so?" he asked, curious what excuse she's come up with. If she was really looking for Potter, then he was a monkey's bloody uncle - and he might have a word with Yaxley about that, too.
He nodded. "Reports do have a tendency to be put off," he admitted. They were hardly his favorite activity either.
Umbridge caught his eyes again and he sighed, raising a hand to acknowledge her. Bloody daft woman. "Excuse me, will you?"