Raining in Yaxley's office

Yaxley talks to Ron Weasley, who is disguised as a Ministry employee using Polyjuice Potion

Extract from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

By J.K. Rowling

‘I requested somebody from Magical Maintenance to sort out my office, Cattermole. It’s still raining in there.’

Ron looked around as though hoping somebody else would intervene, but nobody spoke.

‘Raining ... in your office? That’s – that’s not good, is it?’

Ron gave a nervous laugh. Yaxley’s eyes widened.

‘You think it’s funny, Cattermole, do you?’

A pair of witches broke away from the queue for the lift and bustled off.

‘No,’ said Ron, ‘no, of course –’

‘You realise that I am on my way downstairs to interrogate your wife, Cattermole? In fact, I’m quite surprised you’re not down there holding her hand while she waits. Already given her up as a bad job, have you? Probably wise. Be sure and marry a pure-blood next time.’

Hermione had let out a little squeak of horror. Yaxley looked at her. She coughed feebly and turned away.

‘I – I –’ stammered Ron.

‘But if my wife were accused of being a Mudblood,’ said Yaxley, ‘– not that any woman I married would ever be mistaken for such filth – and the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement needed a job doing, I would make it my priority to do that job, Cattermole. Do you understand me?’

‘Yes,’ whispered Ron.

‘Then attend to it, Cattermole, and if my office is not completely dry within an hour your wife’s Blood Status will be in even graver doubt than it is now.’

The golden grille before them clattered open. With a nod and unpleasant smile to Harry, who was evidently expected to appreciate this treatment of Cattermole, Yaxley swept away towards another lift. Harry, Ron and Hermione entered theirs, but nobody followed them: it was as if they were infectious. The grilles shut with a clang and the lift began to move upwards.


Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

By J.K. Rowling