He looked over at the assembled Ministry employees. Alicia Spinnet was decent (though he’d never admit it to her), but the rest were second-rate as best. He hated Davies even more for making him yearn for bloody Potter and Weasley, currently in traipsing around Wales investigating some hundreds-of-years-old necromancer accused of summoning armies of the dead. Boring stuff, truly, and they’d have absolutely dreadful amounts of paperwork to complete upon their return. He’d come to realize that being an Auror was really sitting around at a desk scratching on parchment most of the time.