"No."  Hermione sniffed, wiping her face on the handkerchief Scabior passed her.  "No, it’s alright.  He sent that howler here and not to Spinner’s End or Malfoy Manor on purpose, to try to humiliate me, sick little fucker."  She sighed.  "I’ll get this department up and running like I promised, Mr. Weasley, but then I want a transfer.  And in the meantime I’ll ask Kingsley if I can send him off to the most isolated assignment I can think of.  Siberia comes to mind.  Remind him he’s talking to his department’s acting director."