Five years together in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, three of them as direct partners, had served their purpose. He and Granger had reached a professional level of politeness. They had stopped insulting each other altogether and mostly behaved like civilized people. Of course, they still bickered regularly (anything else would really have been too much to ask), but Granger was hard to rile up these days. So he stared. It was his only weapon.