"Thicknesse, Pius Thicknesse. Man's a plonker," Melinda said, rolling her eyes. "I didn't even hear any rumors that Minister Scrimgeour was leaving. Odd, that, but maybe it was a sudden thing. I'll have to ask around on Monday, I guess."
And that really was odd. The MLE heard everything - or so she thought. Mr. Weasley probably wouldn't have had a clue, actually - his son was getting married today and all and he really was a bit daft himself - but the rest of the MLE was after bits of gossip like Nifflers after silver.