Snape looked up from his desk. The Minister for Magic was leaning against the door frame, her hands casually in her trouser pockets, just as they had been when they met a few weeks ago. She was wearing tan trousers now too, but with a high waist that accentuated her middle, and was tightened with a belt around her beige, tight blouse. The cloak over it reached to the floor, an emblem with a capital M indicating her position.