"Don't get me wrong," I begin hesitantly, shoving my free hand into the pocket of my cargo pants. In the other, I twirl my wand. "At the beginning of my stay at headquarters, I had the feeling that you were pretty much constantly angry. About everything and with everyone. Even with Potter and Weasley. There was nothing but wrath. I was wondering why. Quite apart from the fact that we are stuck in a perpetually raging war, of course." 