"We've got to do something about your housing situation," was all the young Auror would dryly, if not quite glibly, mutter about it, as he stalked for the kitchenette and took a seat at the table. Turning out his briefcase, he retrieved the manila file folder, shuffling the copy of the Daily Prophet to the side. Just as he suspected: there were case files in here – sparse and rudimentary as it was early in the proceedings - but still, he dearly hoped this wouldn't warrant as a fire-able offense on Robard's radar.