Arthur Weasley’s office is spacious—much nicer than the smaller-than-a-broom-cupboard office he started in. His return to the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office was celebrated when the Ministry disbanded the Office for the Detection and Confiscation of Counterfeit Defensive Spells and Protective Objects when they no longer felt the need for it. They allowed him to keep his raise and upgrade his office, and anyone who knows Arthur knows it is well-deserved.
Despite its size, Arthur’s office is still uniquely his. In addition to his nameplate and photos of suspected violators, his door holds a picture of him drawn by his daughter when she was young. Once inside, a turn to the right confronts a large bookshelf with titles ranging from Department of Magical Law Enforcement Guidelines to How Airplanes Fly.
Upon coming in the door, if one looks straight ahead, he or she will see a wall covered in posters and pictures. Here, there’s a diagram of a car engine; there, a list of common Muggle tools. There is a small poster for a Diagon Alley store, “Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes,” with a picture pinned on top of it featuring two tall, red-haired wizards intermittently waving out and pointing up at the fireworks raging over their heads. Next to that is a large poster of a red-haired Quidditch player zooming around on his broom.
A turn to the left reveals two polished, wooden file cabinets in a corner, and in the corner opposite stands Arthur’s desk. A large inbox overflows with papers, and several paper airplanes marked “Ministry of Magic” zoom about overhead, waiting to be read. Amid the odds and ends on his desk stand a few frames—in one stands a red-haired woman, smiling and waving—if one watches long enough, he’ll see a scowl occasionally cross her face, and she’ll wag her finger threateningly. Another shows a newspaper clipping of a large family standing before a equally large pyramid. On the wall behind the desk a picture displays Arthur’s entire family, including a handful of red-haired men, a strong-looking, red-haired young woman, and several children and teenagers—in the middle stands Arthur with his arm around the woman from the picture on the desk, smiling proudly at his family.
The door stands open most of the time, unless Arthur's speaking privately with someone; if the door is closed, a sign asks the approacher to "Knock, Please."